Is this my nightmare?

Yes, but at least you're not alone: Never forget the nearness of the Lord | Margie Haack

Late last summer a tornado touched down near Fairmont, Minn., destroying farm buildings and trees. A man driving through the area with his daughter caught the scene on his video camera. Local television stations aired the footage, which became even more spectacular and frightening as the funnel cloud made a violent swing toward the camera. There were moments when all we saw and heard were jerky shots of the inside of a pick-up and a tearful little voice saying, "Daddy, is this my nightmare or is this really real?"

Providentially, the dad came to his senses in time to drive them out of danger.

As a child I often had a repeating nightmare: Something was outside my window. It was trying to enter the house. It was coming for me. In my terror, I dreamed that our 10-gallon milk cans would rescue me; the largest would roll up to my bed and I would crawl safely inside, then roll into my parents' bedroom.