When I was down in Jacksonville, picking up that handsome young guy, a tornado came through my neighborhood (from that tropical storm). My son, pistol that he is, said that he thought he was escaping that kind of thing by leaving Oklahoma. Wrong.
I dreamt about a tornado last night. I'm not sure if it was just because of the one hitting nearby, or the usual thing and just one of my bizarre dreams. I have dreamt of tornados several times, always a scary thing, always heading right towards me but I dodge it at the last second. I know dreams are supposedly to mean something, but I've no idea what that one means. I'm not sure I want to know. Its probably something profound and life changing, which would suck.