Fiery tornado

Last night I had a major nightmare, so much so that I. . ., well anyway. It goes like this. I was in New York City writing at a writer's loft, when news of a fiery tornado had touched down in the city. The place I was in was a standard NYC flat, with living quarters on the first floor and an observation post/writing room on the second. It was really an airy affair that enabled you to go out and view the city lights. Well, anyway, some of us wanted to see where the tornado was heading so we went up to the deck to check it out. At first it seemed far away, but you could definitely see the fire laying waste to almost everything in its past. Then it got closer, and you could feel the heat. Soon it was upon us, just a few blocks away when the fiery winds started to scream and I had to force this girl out of the room to shut the ceiling door. The next thing we know, it is upon us and we all ran for cover in the bathroom, with some of us jumping into the shower. It got hot, then the wind suddenly died, and we escaped unscathed. But sadly the observation room was destroyed. We open the deck door and peered out, and found the deck and room half gone. The tornado had switched directions just at the last second sparing us and half the building. It was a pretty insane dream, as I could feel the heat and see the fire in the tornado. Pretty scary, it woke me up.