Kalisa, our friends Mark and Rachael, and I are all living in the
Chapel Hill Tower apartments that both my grandmas lived in while I was growing up. We're looking out over the city (which you could do from my Grandma E's apartment)and a funnel cloud suddenly drops out of the sky and quickly becomes a tornado. The apartment is blown apart but we survive. End dream.
Why do I have so many dreams about
tornadoes?