First, Lindsay and I are not in Evanston, and she owns a car. (So this should have been my first clue, but there you are.) We start to drive to the other side of town to pick up some order that Lindsay has put in at a frozen yogurt place - not frozen yogurt, but apparently some other specialty they made. While we're driving and happily chatting away, I look back behind us to see big, black, ominous looking clouds making their way towards our area. I let Lindsay know it's a storm, but it doesn't look like it's moving that fast.
The streets start to be more vacant, as if people are hurrying inside, and we both start to get a little worried. I look back again, and I see, very plainly, a huge black funnel that has apparently touched the ground, because I notice a pickup truck that's been hoisted up and is swirling around in it. I realize that could be us any second. "Lindsay," I say, "Don't panic when I say this, but there's a tornado behind us. We're gonna need to get inside."
Unsure of what to do, we drive for about another minute until we reach her frozen yogurt place. She heads inside to pick up whatever it is she needs to, and in the meantime I look for a place to hide. I turn the corner, and there's a Vietnamese restaurant that has a tornado shelter built right out front that they're leading their patrons into. I quickly run back and get Lindsay, and we both ran into the shelter. Before I get in, I get one more glimpse of the tornado, and it's so close that I can now see the pickup truck it has swept up is neon green and just spinning very fast near the top.
Myself, Lindsay, and the patrons and staff of the restaurant huddle in the shelter nervously when someone notices that there are windows that are level with the ground. Panicked, he yells, "Is this thing actually going to protect us?" We start to get the idea that for some reason, the owners of this restaurant weren't clear of the concept of the tornado shelter at the time they built it. We're sort of underground, but we're close enough that the whole restaurant will fall on us if the tornado sweeps over it.
Fortunately, (as we conveniently see through our window, the tornado diffuses before it hits us... it turns into a very small spiral that kicks some debris on to my back before it dissapears entirely.
Lindsay and I make our way back home, terrified that at any moment, we could be swept up by another one of those monsters.
This is around when I woke up, and tried to just change positions and wrestle myself around in bed so that I wouldn't plunge back into the very same nightmare.