Since the flood last May, big thunderstorms have scared me far more than anything else. I used to revel in them, but for a year I have cowered upon their arrival. Tonight, I had a dream both vivid and horrible, where I and the one I love were surrounded by at least a dozen of the largest tornadoes I've ever seen (to include photographs). They were very far into the distance, but it felt as if the world was going to end. I woke, and now a thunderstorm is growing around me, and for the first time in a long time, the flashes of light and gently rolling thunder bring me comfort. I don't understand how a lucid dream about awful weather would make other bad weather relaxing, but it is nice not to be afraid this time.