Rain, Rain. . .

The last two nights have been about storms. The first night, the first thing I remember is standing on a second or third story patio balcony and looking out into the ocean. The waves were 20 feet high, but were lapping up onto the balcony as if I were standing on the edge of a beach. I remember finding my way out of the apartment, and to some kind of emergency boat shop, where they were selling floatation devices, but these things were barely designed to hold up a 5 year old in a kiddy pool. Some of them WERE kiddy pools, and people were climbing inside and floating off. I was handed what looked like an inflatable whale or walrus, and remember thinking, "this thing is going to last about 5 minutes" The next thing I know, I'm in some kind of situation room, looking on a map of the disaster area. We appear to be looking at the Gulf coast, and what looks to be the Mississippi river is now over 40 miles wide for 200 miles from the coast up.

The dream the next night I was driving in the car with Rachel, everything was fine and I was on the phone with my mom. I looked into the sky and it looked like we were about to drive into a black wall of clouds. I hung up the phone and entered the blackness.