Storming
We had a really bad thunderstorm a few nights ago with winds strong enough to do some damage in our neighborhood. The gas station nearby lost part of it’s roof, all the soccer goals at the field nearby were uprooted and twisted up, and many trees were broken up. This is the main damage in our neighborhood:

Thankfully, all that happened to us was that one of our attic vents (one of those whirly things) blew off. The funniest thing about all of it (to me) is the dream I was having while the storm was raging at 3 a.m. I was dreaming, amidst the wind and rain pounding against our window, that Thomas and I were having a contest to see who could throw Brita pitchers against the window the hardest. I guess that’s what the wind sounded like to my subconcious mind. And yes, I can be competitive even in my sleep.
Your dream makes me laugh!