Dream About Tornado Watch Friendship House Tornado Warning

This dream takes place in a large house. It is centered around my friendship with this person I do not know in real life. We both go to this school that looks like it’s based off of my elementary school. While we’re in class, we suddenly hear an alarm blaring. It turns out to be a tornado watch. One of the students notes that the teacher did not receive any news about a dangerous storm. I see a glimpse into the future suddenly where I am injured as a result of the tornado. We all look outside and see that it is cloudy and windy out. We decide to go under our desks as an extra useless safety measure. The setting then switches to the house. This house is large and contains theee floors. It is my friend’s house. My family and hers are all hanging out on the driveway. My friends house is not in a neighborhood but on a street overlooking a lower class town. Only I am aware of the tornado watch. The time the storm was supposed to reach our location was 7:30 pm. As the time gets closer, the weather outside actually becomes nicer despite the bad storm about to hit. As we are observing the town, things progressively become more chaotic. We see several police cars and ambulances though we don’t know what happened to warrant this. Several people are outside jogging and walking around as though nothing is wrong. The traffic on the roads also starts to become very heavy. My dad states that this is a reflection of society while I am confused as to why the town is more active if there is a storm coming. One mom walking on the side walk is with her young kid trying to get her to drink from a bottle? My dad shows her how for some reason and he is thanked by the mom after. In addition to the city becoming more busy, it gets dark outside very quickly. My friend notes that it is dark very early as it was only 6 pm. However, my interpretation of the time was 7:20. Suddenly, the tornado watch turns into a tornado warning and everyone finally notices the danger. It becomes slightly more windy outside. Me and my friend rush inside the house to go to the basement. As my friends house is massive, the lowest level of the house contains many rooms. For some reason, the rooms windows project that they are on a higher level despite the stairs leading to the bottom of the house. I have trouble finding a safe room as all of the windows outside show that we are actually high up instead of underground or ground level. My intuition senses the tornado’s damage will be extensive. I try to use it to help me find a room, but it is too vague and unclear. My friend suggests that we go into some kind of dining room as it contains a window overlooking the whole town. Apparently, this was a room that she previously was prohibited to go in for some reason. She explains that if we stayed there, we would be able to watch the tornado hit and know how truly dangerous it is. I agree to stay in the room, but I am not fully satisfied with this choice. The rest of the families come inside soon after, and my dad and my sister meet us in the room. For some reason, my friend had not allowed them in previously as she wanted it to only be me and her. However, I convince her to let them in. My dad suggests that we go into another room and me and my friend both agree. The room my dad chooses is far bigger than the previous one and overlooks a forest instead of a busy town. I ask my dad why the lowest level on the stairs leads us to a higher floor and he explains that the rooms on that level are not actually a part of the original house. They were extensions made long after it was built. He explains that these rooms are the safest during tornadoes as they are constructed differently from the rest of the house and are less likely to be damaged. I am not convinced by this explanation as I notice this room is supported only by several ropes. I tell my dad about my worries and he says that these ropes are very strong as they can hold up lots of weight and dry wall and are very unlikely to break. Before the tornado hits, my dad is telling me how the end of the room was also an extension made by a family that lived in the house before my friends family. When the storm hits, it turns out to be much more mild than I had predicted. Apparently, according to the weather channel, the tornado had changed direction and had significantly weakened by the time it reached our town. (Which is called Nashville, a city that exists in real life) The dream then ends shortly after.