Most of my dreams seem to be high stress emergency scenarios and nightmares of various sorts. No matter what comes up in real life, I always feel that it’s a joke it’s so easy in comparison.
Last night I dreamed I was swimming in a big murky river with lots of people. There was a massive long boulder leaned up against a muddy hill next to it, maybe 500 feet high and 80 feet wide. This boulder tipped over the hill and came smashing down into the river with the force of a million locomotives. It created a massive wave that threw me up on the hillside. I then had to dig a bunch of people buried in the mud out, including my little brother Justin.
Quite the terrifying experience, but I a happy this one ended well. Often the disasters dreams have bad endings.