Last night I dreamt that there was a tornado heading straight for us, so we took cover underneath a race car stadium. Apparently, their locker rooms and offices were below ground. We hid underneath until I realized there was a window, and I popped it out. It looked like Munchkinland, all bright and colorful, and there had been no tornado at all, according to the person who answered the door. We left the wreckage and the dream ended.
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