I had a tornado dream the other night. But this time it was different. I was in John King Books when it came and we went down,down, down into levels of basement until all there was was a hole in the ground. Then I had a neighbor’s perspective. I had a pet fox wake me and lead me to the basement but it wasn’t deep enough. Then the fox cried. Then I (me) lead the pair into the book store’s basement. We all survived. This is the first time.