Some people who know me know that I have really bad nightmares. As in “nearly nightly”. So this morning I’m in a dream that’s on the border between “really unpleasant” and “nightmare” when the local tornado sirens went off. So I snapped out of the dream I was in, panicking.
The kicker is that there seems to be nothing wrong. No storms (it’s a beautiful early morning), no fires that are being sounded for, no zombie uprising, no creepy fog, no impending doom of any kind. Just the sirens randomly going off.
As a scary note: our town is so small that there’s not a publicly owned siren. The nearest disaster siren (the only one you can hear out here) is a privately owned one. That freaks me out because if that particular family isn’t home at the time of some sort of OMG-disaster there won’t be any warning.
It’s going to be a morning filled with coffee today.