Toenails and a tornado

I'm in a house with my mom's side of the family. My dad is coming down a flight of stairs and recites a satanic incantation. I matter-of-factly wonder if he will actually summon a demon like I've seen him do before or if he's just teasing the kids. No demon shows up.

We're about to eat. My aunt is trying to jam something into a multi-CD carousel with another aunt watching. She's about to break whatever it is so I grab it out of her hands. It's a long piece of silver plastic with three 12" records pressed into it. The records have perforations on them and as soon as I explain it to her, she tries to rip the records out violently, completely ruining two of the records. I again grab it out of her hands and as I start to carefully punch out the third record, my aunt puts one of the cracked and ragged records on the turn table. I start to tell her it will ruin the stylus, but stop.

My dad is sitting at the head of the table at which everyone has just sat down. He remarks that he wishes he wouldn't have told so many people that he hired Tim Pawlenty because it's gotten around and a lot of old friends and colleagues are criticizing him for it. Suddenly, he realizes he's telling even more people and tries to shift what he was talking about, muttering something about Glen Beck.

It's after dinner and time for the youngest nieces and nephews to go to bed. I walk upstairs with a nephew and he climbs into a closet filled with several feet of beans or pellets of some sort which weren't there before dinner.

I realize I have the remains of some sort of prosthetic device on the left side of my body. There is a wire running under my toenails and seem to run under my skin up to my left nipple. Most of the medical device is gone and not needed, I just haven't gone back to the doctor to get it completely removed. I reach down to my big toe which is the size of a basketball. I easily tear the bloody toenail off and am pleased to find a new toenail growing below. The wire is sort of a series of latches, which now come unlatched quite easily and I'm able to remove the whole thing. Watching, my uncle points out that one of his toes is backwards, the toenail near his foot and facing the wrong direction.

I'm standing just outside of the backdoor looking at the sky. I see a tornado quickly form, touch down and come in our general direction. I yell up into the house, "Tornado! Everybody get in the basement!" A few people respond that I shouldn't worry. As I try to run to the basement, I realize I can't use my left leg without the remnants of the prosthetic. The tornado passed and I can walk fine.

I watched it go by just over the ridge and walk to look at the damage, but can't find any damage at all.