change dreams

Early this morning I got up to use the bathroom and then made my way back to bed where apparently I finally drifted off. During that time I had a dream, well maybe nightmare is a better term. I was at home looking out the window. Clearly there was a serious storm brewing in the Pacific. The last thing I remember seeing was a tsunami swelling where I knew it would crest high enough to crash into the building. I was so terrified I couldn’t move, but kept muttering/screaming about what I was witnessing.

I awoke muttering/screaming with B holding me, trying to wake me up. With change always comes end of the world/explosion dreams. Let the fun begin.