last night, that involved me and a ton of other people who i didn't know (but my family was there). we were on this really sandy, deserty ridge, where we apparently made our living as some sort of wandering-type tribe. i believe the word i was looking for was "nomadic".
anyway, we were all wandering around and suddenly this huge thunderstorm/tornado/hurricane kicked up (yeah, in the desert, which was also just a few miles from pullman in my dream). everyone panicked and nobody knew what to do, except for me because i remembered that there was this abandoned auditorium-thing a few miles south of us. so we made a run for it and got there just ahead of the storm. we all hunkered down in the auditorium and rode out the storm (which was like 2 hours in the dream world of absolute terror). then the storm subsided, and i had to lead all the people back out into the desert to find food, but just as soon as we all left the building, some screamed "sasquatch!!" and literally hundreds of huge, hairy, black sasquatches came running over the dunes and just started fucking killing everyone.
so we had to retreat to the auditorium and fashion crude melee weapons out of found objects to fend off the sasquatches. i was just about to lead the people in battle against them when i woke up.
also, two nights ago there was a huge thunderstorm in real life (as there is just about every night in summer in ohio) and it coincided with this dream i had that i was being slowly eaten by a dragon (legs first) and everytime it would thunder in real life the dragon would roar. when it finally bit through my skull there was a really loud crash of thunder and i woke up.
jesus.
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