I had a strange dream last week. I was on the farm, as an adult. Cindy and Chandra were there. I looked out the back of the house, and there were five tornadoes coming toward the house. I yelled up the stairs for Chandra to come down. She was saying that she'd be down in a minute. I couldn't get her to come down. The tornadoes missed the house. There were trees down everywhere, one on the roof.
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