Tornado

I had a rough night last night.
Straight out of a horror movie. All I needed was some bloodshed.
Took pup for a walk, was followed into the blackness of the dead end road that never scares me by a hooded figure dancing from shadow to shadow.
Spoke to him/her/it, got no response. Pup bared his teeth and pulled a hell hound growl from somewhere deep. Figure seemed to float along the opposite side of the road, but in my direction. When I got close, it slipped into the trees. No sound. Creepy. Was it a ghost? I'm still not entirely sure.
Back in the house, I double checked all my locks, turned some lights on and everything else off so I could hear any noises, and went upstairs to bed.
Cue noises.
Small bumps, pops, things that could have easily been the house settling. A couple big ones that got the dog's dander up. I went downstairs and looked around, didn't see anything suspicious but I have to admit, I wasn't looking very hard.
I tried to distract myself with texts, twitter and other assorted online sites, and eventually I fell asleep.
Talk about vivid dreams.
First one, I was driving along with my uncle on a road by our small airport in town. As I looked up at the sky, I watched an EF5 tornado form. The spout was about 500 yards from my windshield. I was in total shock, unable to move or drive, and as it came toward my car I could hear my uncle screaming and I felt my ears pop.
I woke up drenched in sweat, screaming.
Second dream, I came downstairs in the morning after shutting off my alarm to find out I had been robbed, and the burglar was still in the house. It was early, I could tell around 6 am by the light coming through the kitchen window. He took everything, I had nothing left - no furniture, no food, nothing. My dog was nowhere to be found, and I started to cry. Then, he came for me. I ran up the stairs, screaming, crying.
At this point I woke up, screaming again, but it felt so real I went running downstairs expecting to find my house empty.
Little did I know, someone actually tried to break in. I must have heard the noises while I was sleeping, causing the dream.
There are crowbar marks on my exterior windowsills.
Fuckers.