Tornado

I found myself on the open plains, very similar to the landscapes in the Midwest where I grew up as a child. I was on what seemed like a farm or a house with a lot of land and surrounded by farmland and open spaces. My aunt and two uncles were there. In the near distance we see a tornado and it is coming toward us quickly. I remember running into the house trying to find a place to take shelter. The house had no basement and I was running around frantically trying to find a closet or some other place in a bathroom that might be safe.

I wasn't satisfied with anything in the house, so oddly enough, went outside to "take shelter," basically right in the path of the twister. I laid on the ground in some kind of box made out of 2x4s. There was a lot of junk, including blankets and other things. My family members were all there with me as we braced for the storm. I recall pulling down pieces of metal that were sticking out of the ground so that they wouldn't fall down on us. I grabbed on to my uncle's arm and closed my eyes. The earth was shaking and the sound of the approaching tornado was nearly unbearable. I covered myself with a blanket and closed my eyes. I could hear the tornado approach us.

As it got closer, probably about 5 yards away, the rumbling decreased. The tornado had dissipated right as it passed us. I opened my eyes when the sound of it subsided and saw it break apart and ascend back up into the clouds. All it had left was a few black marks on the house where it began to break apart.