I just realized that an event that happened almost five years ago has traumatized me pretty badly. As in dreams or really anything to do with storms.

I remember it like it was yesterday actually.

Back when I was in 5th grade at Guild Elementry school, everything was pretty much calm. Until on day, out of nowhere, we had warning of a spotted tornado in Gallatin. Instantly, my dad came to pick me and my little sister up from school. As we rushed to the car, the wind began to pick up. I got into the car, and turned to look back. There, behide the trees, was the funnel, creeping away from the school. Before I knew it, it changed directions and started heading TOWARDS the school. I remember hyperventilation, and crying my eyes out. I seriously thought that we were going to die because of this storm. I also remember my dad just standing there staring at it while I was screaming at him to get in the car and drive away. Instead, he took us out of the car and back into the building.
About twenty minutes later, we were permitted to leave. We learned that a gas station down the street was demolished. We went to pick up my little brother from my grandmother's, then to pick up my mom who works at Vol State. Turns out, we couldn't get to Vol State. Another, different, tornado had struck there pretty badly. Thats when both me and my Dad began panicing. ( Though, his form of panicing is shouting obscenities. Mine is crying uncontrolably. XP ) I thought my mother was dead. That was the only thing I could think of. Dad took us home while Granny watched us, and went back to try to get to Vol State.

The next thing is the last I can remember: My mom walked in through the front door, and I tackled her and jumped into her arms, literally.


Ever since then, EVERY SINGLE ONE of my dreams has something to do with a tornado, or has one in it. It can be a very good dream, but there be a tornado in the background doing no harm or something. I'm fifteen ( my birthday was on Sunday. XD; ) now, eleven then and its still not died down any. I've never really thought about it any, until I woke up this morning from another horror filled tornado dream.



I realize that I must be pretty pitiful. Most people are afraid of rapists, or murderers, or pedofiles, but me? I'm afraid of a cloud. xwx