Kiwi123
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ENTY 1

I was sitting in some cobblestone street village which was filled with metal fold out chairs. In the chairs where old men and women, talking on and on and on. I was watching from the side of the street when suddenly a tornado appears (i hate tornados). The tornado is huge, it looked like the one that hit Joplin, Missouri. Anyways, I scream "TORNADO" and begin to run with a bunch of other kids. The old men are behind us, slowly making there way out of their seats as if nothing is happening. I run into a house and I can distinctly remember running down 6 flights of metal stairs into the basement. A few kids and I stopped in the basement and took a breath. Strange enough, the basement had very big windows. I didn't notice the windows at the time as being a strange thing. But, in the dream, I recalled hearing that you must stay AWAY from windows during tornados, so I ran to the corner of the basement and curled into a ball. The kids were just strolling around and eating lollipops. Once they sit down and everyone is shaking with fear and anticipation, a shockwave sweeps over me. (I think the word to describe it is shockwave. It's like a wave of energy that made everything inside me shake and made me feel like I had been turned to jello.) After that, we heard the roar of the tornado, and it was amazingly loud.
That's when the dream ended.