This is a long dream, so it's really going to be in two parts:
I was staying at a friend's house, a large brick Victorian near a little town in Pennsylvania, situated on the side of a hill. Heather was at some event, and Debbie had brought the kids over, and I watching them. My friend was having a summer get-together and lot's of people were there, but despite all that, the babies were asleep. I was down in the basement washing and folding clothes. There were windows that ran along the ceiling of the basement, at ground-level, and I could see it was getting dark outside.
Suddenly a loud clap of thunder rocked the whole house, and I dropped the clothes I was folding and ran outside to see what was going on. A storm was coming, and on the ridge to my right I could see dark clouds forming and lightening piercing the sky. My brother-in-law Harold was there with me watching the storm and we watched as the lightening slapped the ground again and again with large tremulous explosions. I ran up to the widow's walk on the top of the house to get a better view. When I got up there, the entrance was boarded up, but the wood was warping, so I pushed them out, and everyone from the party joined me on the roof.
As we stood there, a lightening bolt shot down and vaporized a house into a cloud of dust. Right afterwards a thin snaky tornado appeared and danced on the ridge before vanishing a few seconds later. I knew what was going to happen next.
I looked forward and saw a tornado forming not far from the house and headed our way. I had visions of the kids and their locations in the house and I burst down the stairs and into their rooms, grabbing Owen first from his crib and then McKenna in the living room, sleeping on the couch. I could hear everyone screaming, and the house was starting to creak. The tell-tale sound of an approaching train warned me that it was getting too late, and I would never make it into the basement in time.
I jumped out the window with the kids in my arms and ran across the yard laterally to the dark black tornado. The kids were not afraid, but held onto me tightly. As I got further and further away from the house, the tornado got weaker and weaker until just before it would have destroyed the house it broke apart into a thousand black whisps. I stood there, with the kids in my arms, looking at the sky getting darker and darker and decided it was time for me to leave and go home.
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