Just Leave the Purse for the Twister

I had a dream last night that I was in a giant auditorium, but there was no ceiling. Only sky. The sky grew stormy and several small tornadoes began to drop. I was not afraid. I actually felt happy and almost began to laugh. I felt I should run towards the tornadoes as my purse was in their direct path and I didn't want to lose it. I decided against this and left the purse.