I had a weird dream last night, actually, although I only vaguely remember it. It involved "me" and someone else running away from a tornado that was ripping through a city - strangely enough, it was clearly an American city.
Anyway, we got in a car in a narrow road with tall buildings on each side, were driving down the road when the tornado appeared in front of us, so we swung the car round and tried the other way, but the tornado just came round and blocked our exit, again.
At some other point, maybe earlier, maybe later, we were running down a really wide street in a sort of suburban area. A car came round the corner and drove down the street, followed by the tornado, moving much more slowly. People walking down the road saw it and started running away, except from one businessman who was walking down the middle of the road, engrossed in his mobile phone. He then walked over to his house, but "me" and the other person blocked his entrance, saying he couldn't come in because all his furnature had been moved to Number 3.
Our reasoning was that if he went in his house, he wouldn't notice the 'nado and would inevitably get killed.
Much later, and suddenly the scene has shifted to a beautiful British country lane surrounded by green meadows. We were on a horse. "Me" has become someone else, and I'm now me. At one point, we had to get the horse don't a steep slope on the side of the road, the slope was shaded heavily by a canvas of tree branches, and there were loads of knee-high leafy plants, which the horse was chewing, and bringing back up as cud. Yes, it was a horse, not a cow.
I've a feeling that the first ones were scenes from a film, but if they weren't, they certainly had a film quality to them.
We "respawned" in a video game kind of way, back in first person. This process repeated several times, until I finally got pissed off and woke up.
