Tornado dream

On thursday night I had a tornado dream, just another in the long-running series that is my inner self being scared as hell of tornadoes.

This time, I was in a small river that ran underneath a large cement highway overpass. Suddenly there was a large black tornado nearby, and I watched from just above myself as the water swelled upwards toward the tornado with myself in the middle, as the twister tried to suck me up outer of the water. I grabbed one of the big cement pillars holding up the highway aloft, and I succeeded in saving myself. Then as I swam towards the shore (which seemed not to be very far away) some cement blocks from the highway fell down and smacked the water just behind me. I don't recall what happened after that, but suddenly I was in a room with some friends--there was a connection, but it quickly vanished the second I opened my eyes.

It seems that tornado dreams are one of the few ones that I actually remember. I am a very deep sleeper.