I went to a Subway across the street from where I live, and then got a tornado warning on my phone. 5 seconds later the tornado hit the store and caught me in it. After flying away I woke up (still in my dream) to find myself inside my own house. It looked absolutely nothing like my house but that’s besides the point. I wandered around until I found a bunch of photos on the wall depicting my own dead body lying on the couch, and each one was dated, one photo each day for about a week. I walked over to my couch and found my own dead body so apparently I was a ghost, but as I walked up to it it sprung to life and jump scared me awake.
My dreams are always either the biggest ****posts imaginable or legitimately terrifying. There’s no in between.