MustardDrinker

My parents and I were driving home on a stormy night and I look outside to see a sign with a red skull and crossbones, and a cloud shaped like one of those diagrams where they have lines branching out in rectangles. A cloud stream went past the car, and I just knew it was called tornado lightning. I asked my father if he had experienced it before and he said yes, and my mother wasn't safe to go outside or even open the car door. We turn onto our street and park next to out mailbox and there's a gray semi truck in front of us, and there's some woman outside. Father rolls down the window and tells her that we can' go to work today. Then the car doors to my left open up and it's a little lighter outside, but I see yellow sparks in the air so I start yelling and telling them to shut the doors, and I go to the front of the car because it's more sheltered, and father asks me 'Why do most of your freakouts happen in enclosed spaces?' I am then skipping down our driveway while holding a knife. I see everything brighten as the clouds clear. I enter the garage, and walk past our three toilets, and into the house. I bump into our roommate and I'm embarrassed because I'm only wearing a t shirt and holding 2 knives. She tells me that "nothing is weird to her" and I feel better, and start walking into my house, and she asks "Can I use your laundry machine? I have so much dirty laundry , it's filled up my bathtub." I then hear my washing machine.