01.18.2015 Ice Floods

Huge rains comes in and everything starts to freeze. I'm somewhere out by myself, near the Reading museum when this all hits. The ocean raises up really quickly, complete with a thick sheet of ice over top of it, consuming everything. I managed to land a kayak (a bunch of other people did, too) and we all decide we need to head south. The majority of this dream is just maneuvering between big chunks of ice, and not getting flipped by waves. I got to an area where there was a university, and all of the students where terrified (in kayaks) and really bad at kayaking. I watch a number of them flip to their deaths, and tried to pull a few up into my boat (saved some!). Somewhere along the lines the ocean turned to, what actually looked like, rushing, thick bean chili. It behaved like an ultra fast quick sand, and it would immediately just suck you under ice if you got caught in it. Lucky me, I flipped my kayak in it and got pulled under. I grabbed onto the bottom of a small chunk of ice, and the chili stuff flipped the ice block, so I was able to get out of it and back into my kayak. For a while, I just watched more people dying, committing suicide because this was the end and everybody they knew was gone. This went on for a depressingly long time, until I ended up on land. It was sort of tropical, so I assumed it was somewhere near Florida. I somehow found my mom there and was crying because I was so happy to see her. She told me not to worry about the mummies and artifacts in the museums because she knew great people who worked at the Reading museum, and they are taking good care of all of that stuff, I broke down and told her how I witnessed most of the people who worked at the museum die from the ice floods. This was around when I woke up, my face covered in drool, and both cats asleep on my pillow (I am pillowless- and I'm blaming that for the weird-ass dream).