I had another dream a few nights ago. I am sure influenced by a real life realtime storm (and six feet under). It was raining hard, and in my dream I looked out the window the clouds were thick enough to make it as dark as night. there was a lot of lightning and it had been raining for days. in my dreams of geological disaster, the landscapes tend to look like elementary school science projects. lower lying houses were being washed away by floods, so I was relieved. In the distance there was a childishly crude gray clay mountain that was falling apart from mudslides. i thought from my elevation I was safe. But then a mudslide from over yonder triggered a domino effect of devastation. a huge block of solid concrete the size of a truck was tumbing rapidly in our neighborhood’s direction. I realized it was coming straight for my house and got inside and got in the plane crash position, hoping against hope that the expert construction of 2 by 4 beamed skeleton of the house would protect me. I heard a thunderous crash like the demolition of a popsicle-stick creation. and then all went white, before I woke up.