Dreams (4/24/08: AM)

Imma stop identifying my dreams as strange. Apparently there all surreal, or so my older sister tells me. Anyway...
The first POV I experience is some higher consciousness controlling the world's weather patterns and something about trying to keep said control. Whilst the human try to get around it. I don't know if the humans understand that an intelligence is responsible for the occurrences and the damage. But the intelligence(s) are discusses how to continue to foil 'our' plans by means of a grand reset. All the while I'm witnessing the discussion I'm seeing cloud patterns and dust clouds and massive physics at works.
Suddenly, I'm back to 'normal' on the ground. I'm in a park like setting the streets and neighbor around Indian Boundary Park. But no apartment buildings, there beautiful but there gone apparently. Instead I'm in suburbia. But people seem to be rebound for some forceful enough gales to roll their homes outta the ground, intact. The ground is sloped, and the houses roll back in place. Looks hilarious in retrospect, in the dream no one's laughing. I remember climbing a tree in hopes of safely escaping the next gale. I do escape it, until a 'neighbor's' car runs right into its base and the tree and I topple right over. While everyone is reacting and recovering, we see the horizon being blow about with the greatest of ease. There is now a hurricane bearing down on us. It's at such a distance that one should be safe, evacuating would be the best precaution as its on its way. But instead we choose our garage to hunker down and hope for the best. I remember little ones with my dad and myself. People, I'm quite sure now, not related to me or anyone I know. But he & I are grouping them together in the garage. Kissing our asses goodbye. Or rather as were 'getting' comfortable, I insist on a kiss goodbye from everyone. We're huddled there freaking out, when a neighbor appears, the very one that knocked my tree down. He's saying that in the pass he'd leave his horse in his garage and when he came back after the storm, the horse was always safe and sound. Now why his garage would be any better protection than the one we're already in, I have no idea. But we hear this, we leave the garage and go running down the alleyway (in suburbia, what?) to another garage. 'I' run to the first open one I see and promptly get disappointed and freaked out, it's hinge aren't connected. How is that gonna protect better than ours. It's the wrong one of course, I didn't wait for anyone, they've all gotten to the right one.
I'm fuzzy on the next part, I've started to wake by then. But there's something like an indoor hobby sort of aquarium set up complete with sardines and dolphins (WTF?)

Looking back, things were all screwed up, the overall dream made no sense obviously, but our first choice garage was filled with water, at least on the outer rim (?) the inside clear of it. Though the alley was clear, I remember rain. I'd almost forgotten by that point of the dream that the hurricane was a creation of the super powers I saw earlier.

There's more dream, but it's shifted dramatically. I'm fuzzy about most of it. I know it was a "Devil Wears Prada" setup. I was one of the assistants. And I was making decisions, so that was a dream.