Em (wife) and I were driving to her parents house from here in Texas. We were on a major highway, but no one else was driving on it. I could see way ahead (almost as if I were up above everything, and I could see that the road split around this city, and I had to go either left or right and go around it in order to get where I was going.
As we were approaching, Em mentioned something about it looking like there was going to be a tornado. I looked around, and it did indeed seem very gloomy out, so I told her that at the next exit, I would turn around and head back for a bit. We wound up taking the right hand fork and looked for a place to turn around. Even though it was supposed to be on a highway, I think I pulled off at a parking area of a warehouse that was on the side of this deserted city street. I pulled in and turned around.
As I was turning around, I was looking up in the sky. I could see spots in the clouds that were swirling around in a threatening manner, but I didn't see any actual tornadoes yet. It also didn't seem quite dark enough in the sky. Just as I was finishing turning around, I spotted a place in the clouds where it DID seem pretty dark, and so I was anxious to get away from it. I looked up again as I started to drive back the way I came, and saw some little wisps of mini-tornadoes starting in various places in the sky.
Suddenly there was a roar and the main tornado ripped up behind us and went right by us. It didn't managed to touch us, or even affect us, but it did frighten us a bit as it went by/overhead. Finally we were able to get going again.
Soon after the storm incident, Em got on the phone with her dad. He was mentioning something about how we needed to pick up the flight out of Stuarts Draft. I thought, "Oh great! I've been driving for hours when I could have been flying!" He then mentioned something about 14 hours. I though that it didn't make sense that the flight would take 14 hours, and then I realized that Stuarts Draft was in Virginia, and if we were catching the flight there, then that meant that we were going to drive there from Texas and then fly back later. I asked Paul if that's what he meant, and he said yes.
By this time we were passing through an area that was supposed to be in the Afton Mountain/Charlottesville area, and we were heading east. Then somehow through talking with Em's dad, it made me realize that I was already in the area that I needed to be in (Virginia) and that heading east towards Virginia Beach/Newport News was ridiculous. I got upset because here I had been driving for about 2 or 3 hours, and now I had to go back to where I had started. I really wasn't pleased about that at all, and I was dreading the prospect of driving back over the same area I had just come through. I think my dream ended about the time that I realized I needed to make the trip back.
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