Little Tornado
I had a dream the other night where Nathan and I lived in San Francisco and we were in a caravan of other cars driving up to Humboldt. We were in seperate cars and I was ahead of him by about 10 cars. The caravan followed the lead car onto some dirt road, through the forest, on the way to the ocean. When we got to the ocean, the sky was black with clouds. I followed the leader to the top of a cliff where you could see the ocean and he said there was a tornado coming. It will be the biggest tornado ever and it's amazing it will be in California. Nathan had not arrived yet. When he did, I ran toward him telling him we had to leave. It's dangerous and the tornado is going get us. We left my car, didn't care about it. We were driving back through the forrest. I remember opening the window and feeling calm air and just knew the tornado would be horrible and it's coming after us. As we got out of the forest and entered a valley, we looked back and saw this massive tornado coming down the hill toward us. I buried my head in Nathan's lap and asked him to protect me. Then I woke up.

What does this mean? I theorize my little boy will be a little tornado...he's coming to get us!