Too much CNN.
Oddly, this dream was several weeks ago, and I told my husband about it, then NO flooded.....
I'm in this relatively small city, in podunk middle america. Typical old farts club sitting on the corner, reminiscing about the war. My husband's dad is there (I've never met him but seen pictures) with his war buddies, one of which is the mayor.
A flood warning is issued, and dad starts building a raft on our porch on main street. It's a big raft, and can hold the whole family and some stuff. Has a little cover and everything. He tells all his buddies the flood is coming but they dont listen.
Cut to a wall of water in the distance as you look down the middle of main st, but it dissipates by the time it gets to us, and ali we really see is water rising very quickly. Across the street from us, a whirlpool opens up and other people who may have been in canoes are sucked in. We run our raft down around the porch to the other side and launch it, with all aboard.
Cut to a few days later, the water is finally subsiding, and some of the townsfolk are dead, including the mayor.
Cut to a parade down main street, kind of like a state ceremony type thing, and as the mayor's coffin rolls by, dad raises his hand and shakes his fist at the mayor, yelling "Dammit you stupid ass! I told you to build a raft!"
My husband thought it was funny because his dad would never shake his fist at a dead mayor. And I hadn't really thought about it until just now, but that's eerily a wierd premonition-type dream. *shivers*
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