Tornadoes and Trains
While on the cruise ship on our honeymoon, I had a bad dream. It is kind of funny because it contained not one but TWO of my weird things-I-always-dream-about-but-don't-know-why elements: trains and tornadoes.

Dan and I were on a train traveling across some sort of odd countryside... it was sort of deserty, but there were rocky outcroppings (not quite mountains) here and there. I looked out the window and saw that head in the near-distance were storm clouds, and that dipping down out of the clouds, snaking around through the air, were probably at least a dozen funnel clouds. I could see the debris where they touched the ground and I remember feeling oddly detached as I considered that we were heading directly toward them.

I told Dan that I would be right back, and walked to the back of the train. Somehow I was thinking I would find some way to get off the train back there, I think. Failing to find anything helpful, I came forward again, but my way was blocked. Everyone was running around shouting all of a sudden. I found myself outside the train looking at it... the front half of the train had crashed into something and many of the cars had derailed and overturned... some were on fire. We had been about halfway along the length of the train and I started to panic because I couldn't tell if the car I'd left Dan in was one of the destroyed ones or one of the ones still on the track.

I started getting really scared as people started carrying bodies out of the train... fortunately I woke up shortly after that.