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Hmmm...that is rather disturbing there BrokenBlackWings. I've never been much of a dreamer myself but there was one dream in particular that I will never forget that I had when I was a kid. I used to live in a duplex when I lived in Waco Tx. In the dream I remember walking outside on the sidewalk. It was early morning and had rained not too long before my stroll. I remember because I was bare foot in my dream and I swear I could feel the dampness of the sidewalk. I started walking toward the sunrise coming just over the horizon soon. As I got to the very end of the sidewalk to the street, the sunrise was immediately covered by vicious looking storm clouds. In a fraction of a second a tornado that could only be described as an F-9 (I know those don't exist but try to imagine the size) came down right in the direction I was facing. I turned around and ran for my house to escape but every step became heavier and heavier. It seemed like the harder I tried to run, the harder it became to move. It wasn't because of the wind either because I couldn't feel it in my dream. I was just sent into slow motion. I turned my head to see the tornado right behind me destroying a neighbor's home. As I looked up at the pillar of destruction, I witnessed three skeletons standing straight up inside of the tornado. They were motionless inside the vortex and glowing a bright neon green. I remember them looking at me as the maw of the tornado came for me...
That's when I woke up. That's one of the only dreams I've ever had that woke me up out of fear.
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