So my cousin and I are in some dark forest gathering blueberries, but of course there are no blueberries, then we look up at the sky and there is a tornado coming (actually, there were like 5). So we run to a WOODEN SHED in a middle of a field and attempt to hide there. My cousin discovers there is shampoo and hot water and electricity and decides to wash her dog. I get pissed off at her for wasting electricity that we might need in case of an emergency, but she laughs. The we see younger versions of ourselves there too, who tell us this all happened before. Now I don't even know if I've seen this dream before (certainly seems like it), or the young me convinced me I did. For some reason (because we're idiots) we run out on a field full of cossacks and get attacked. We run back into the freaking shed and then the hurricane comes, leaves, we're still alive, the the older versions of ourselves walk in. That's where I woke up. WTF, my dreams make no sense.
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