I dreamed about disaster. I was at work, there were hurricane forecast, but my company refused to send us home. You could see the storm through the office windows. Suddenly it got worst, the walls were broken by a huge flood of water. 
I took my friend’s hand and ran with him, trying to scape. For some reason he just stopped and the water dragged us along with the garden trees.
We had to struggle to divert from the tree branches. 
At the end of the dream we’ve found a big stem that fit us both and rowed with our hands. Apparently we were the only ones alive.

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