I was basically in this large building, and we're all trying to find spots to protect ourselves from a tornado that is coming. You could see it, but it was far away. For the most part, all of us women were in dresses and heels. We're running around, trying to clean before taking shelter.
As I am walking around with one of them, she comes upon the basement she forgot existed. You have to leap from the edge to the basement itself. I watch her do this, landing almost flawlessly in a short skirt and heels. I ask her to hold my shoes while I tell the others to run for the basement.
She says no. When I explain I could break or sprain my ankle, she doesn't seem concerned. I run back to the "shelter", which resembles the Laboratory in Rocky Horror Picture Show, and tell them to get their stuff and go to the basement.
I am the last one left, and I am cleaning up dishes and putting them in the sink. I know that when the tornado is said and done, my mom will be pissed because we didn't put the dishes in the sink or wash them. I run up the concrete ramp and leap from the edge to the basement itself. I fall, but am otherwise unhurt.
Then I wake up.
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