Okay last night I had a really vivid dream.  Me, Mom, and Rohan were at Grandma's house in Waco.  Apparently this dream happened after Grandma and Grandpa passed away because neither was in the dream and the house had been rennovated and redecorated.  I was listening to some kind of radio station on my iphone and was about to walk to the grocery store nearby.  The radio was doing some kind of movie reviews and were playing a version of the air raid siren to really emphasize that the movie they were reviewing was really, really bad.   

Eventually I noticed that the air raid siren was still going on even though they were done talking about the movie.  I suddenly noticed that the sky had grown really dark and cloudy.  It had gotten very windy and rain was starting to smatter down on the grown.  I looked over in the distance and I see this huge twister headed straight for Grandma's house.

I started running quickly back the house.  I burst in the door yelling. "Mom, get Rohan we've got to get in a closet, there's a twister on the way!!!" She didn't believe me at first but eventually we ran to one of the closets.  We quickly shoveled out the stuff on the floor of the closet and got in pulling some blankets and clothes over our heads.

It got really loud and the house started shaking.  We could here things tumping over and falling all over the house . . . then it just stopped.  We sat there for a minute waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Rohan had fallen asleep. lol.

I peek out of the closet and it was completely bright, clear, and sunny.  Not a cloud in the sky.  My mom and I kind of looked at each other.  Then I woke up.