Finding a Basement
I had a dream over the weekend. No, actually, it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. In the dream, my husband and I were both standing in our living room. The front door was standing open and a roaring wind was coming through the door and whirling all around us. We could see our younger son standing next to his girlfriend on the front porch. On beyond them, bearing down on them just a very short distance away was the biggest, blackest tornado I've ever seen. Our other son, we knew, was also outside somewhere in the yard, but he was out of sight. My husband was yelling, "FUNNEL CLOUD! FUNNEL CLOUD! FUNNEL CLOUD!" I started yelling too, "COME IN THE HOUSE! COME IN THE HOUSE! COME IN THE HOUSE!" Our sons (and the girlfriend too) ignored us. They just wouldn't listen. My younger son and his girlfriend just stood there staring at the tornado, in awe of it, mesmerized by it, wanting to see it, be a part of it, experience ...