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Up until about a year ago, I had recurring nightmares about tornadoes. This probably has something to do with the fact that I grew up in tornado alley, and that growing up, my family was forced into an interior closet at least once each spring because of nasty weather. It probably also has something to do with the fact that I am terrified of anything I can’t control.

Same here, growing up I had terrible nightmares about tornadoes. Ranging from one where the sky was filled with a few dozen tornadoes and we were driving in the family car trying to dodge them, to the worst one where a tornado was half-way through ripping apart my home and I was in a struggle trying to keep my Blanky - the tornado had hands and we were in a tug-of-war. I still remember waking from that one so scared that I couldn’t get any screams for my parents out of my mouth.

I love tornado weather. The way the sky turns green is just so neat. I like watching little funnels form in the clouds. I should probably be more worried about them. I’ve seen first hand the aftermath of what they can do, but, they just don’t bother me. I can’t prevent them, so I see little point in giving them much thought besides knowing where I need to go if one is headed in my direction.