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I had another nightmare last night. I dreamt of a tornado again. This time a crowd of people in a huge warehouse, much like a movie theatre but without screens. A lot of rooms, connected by small doorways. The ceilings were so high in some rooms that you couldn't see them. It was storming outside very badly. I don't remember much, except screaming, none of it mine. I remember ceiling tiles being ripped up and sucked into the air. Walls following shortly after. There was aftermath. Walking amongst lost people who kept asking me if I've seen so and so. But I lost everybody and couldn't muster up enough emotion to even answer them. I just kept walking over ruble. Angry.

I was shown captions of pictures hidden from my view. It makes me feel better on one hand and sad on the other. I guess the strongest emotion is appreciation for the desire to make me feel better in the first place.

I really feel like I am challenging myself. I am glad to have time off.