One of my first dreams was about tornadoes and had to do with my family and different trials we went through that year. About fall of 2019 I had this longer dream where I was at this food pantry, where they give out free food, and this pastor came up and was telling me how the church was being overwhelmed with new people and it was crazy. I then looked off in the distance and saw this tiny sea of ants, just people from far away, converging on this small country church sitting on top of those beautiful grassy hills. Then it started to rain and everyone around me started to head for shelter. I realized I needed to get to the church as off in the distance I saw a large storm, almost like a mile wide tornado. So I ran as fast as I could and dodged slow moving tornadoes that kept coming for me. Lightening struck and winds howled off in the distance as I neared the church. I had a close call as I got to the door but I made it. As I looked inside I could see a huge potluck line of people waiting to get to the basement. They went up the stairs, through the sanctuary and out the door. These people were talking and couldn’t hear the tornado over the sound. There was no urgency to them and I realized I wouldn’t live once the mile wide tornado got here, as I could feel it was close. I rushed up to the line and dove down the steps as the tornado hit the church. I made it to the safe spot but I woke up and never finished the dream.