Then I heard the warning siren again, except this time it stuttered three times.
Somehow I knew that it meant that there were three tornadoes coming my way, which was not cool. I ran to my car and started driving home, but partway there I spotted one—coming right towards me. I pulled a U-turn right in the middle of the street and started driving the wrong way.
And then? I woke up. Brother had turned on Teen Titans in the next room.
I know the type of dream that was; it's a type calculated to wake me up, so I know it was about to turn nasty. But dammit, I wanted to finish it.
(Note that I do not by any means live in tornadoland—there's been one tornado in Irvine in my lifetime, when I was very young. It was very weak, in a different part of town, and managed to hit the only trailer park in the city.)