I'm well aware of how easily you can be psychoanalyzed by sharing dreams, but screw it.
I've always had a passion for tornadoes, a weird kind of attraction to them. I've always wanted to experience one (it's actually on my bucket list) and I get super excited when thunderstorms start because of the possibility. In my dreams, when there are tornadoes, I always like to take charge and tell everyone to hide and take cover. Somehow, a bunch of classmates and a crown prince ended up huddled in my bathtub. And then I was doing homework. That was kind of fragmented.