I'm at the ballpark with Shane (ex-boyfriend) to watch my boys play ball. In the dream, my oldest was about 10 years old and my youngest was 4-5 years old. They're actually only 18 months apart though. While sitting on the bleachers, these weird, cold winds start blowing in all different directions. After a few minutes everyone starts getting frantic and scared. Shane grabs my hand and starts to run. I let go because I have to go get my sons. We're all 4 back on the bleachers with everyone else holding onto each other for dear life. Shane starts yelling it's a tornado and we have to get out. Owen is completely wrapped around me, scared. Next thing I know, Shane isn't in the dream anymore. All of a sudden my ex-husband (sons' father) and his parents are there. Everything was so intense, I woke up feeling so weird and "out of it". But loved the feeling of my son feeling the need to hold onto me.
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