DREAM SEVEN - A psychic storm

I'm lieing in bed, half awake/half asleep. Someone says 'there's a storm brewing.' I look out the window and pitch black clouds are coming in from both the east and the west. The clouds moving in from the east side of the window start to fold and twist themselves into the recognisable swirl of a tornado. The tip of it flexes as it rapidly moves towards and through the house I'm living in, and passes directly through the centre of me, and exits out the other side of the room. The tornado doesn't appear to destroy anything. It affects my psyche more than my body. The feeling is of having been invaded and warped by external circumstances, which leaves me both physically and spiritually exhausted.