I had a dream, a nightmare.

L, and R, two of my closest friends from school were with me. I think we were leaving a workshop, from some school that I didn't recognize.

L was saying how she was a scorpio, in internal dialogue in the dream I was telling myself how there has only been one scorpio that I have trully loved as a friend, all the others brought joy for awhile, but ultimately earned a spot in my heart from me bordering on loathing. L, is no different.

While were in the parking lot, I spot a tornado in the distance. We rush back into the school to seek shelter.

I'm yelling at a few kids, there were only a handful, asking them where they go in the building during tornado drills. It's as if I don't even exist.

This is something that happens to me a lot. People not hearing me. This phenomenon often has me wondering if I trully even spoke the words, or if I perhaps only spoke them in my mind.

Anyway, I wake up during our frantic searches. The pressure lowering around us, the air becoming dense and thick, not wanting to come into our lungs.

Upon waking , I have the uncontrolable urge to learn The Lord's Prayer in Aramaic.

I so love that google can find anything.