A couple nights ago I dreamt that I was Anthony Bourdain, shooting No Reservations somewhere in the Pacific Rim. I was suddenly having a terrible heart attack, and as I was dying I thought, "Hey, my life has been pretty awesome, so I'm okay to die." Odd.
Last night I dreamt that my husband and I had rented this awesome Beach house right on the ocean. We had just put the dog out in the back yard, and then a tsunami hit, and water starting coming in the windows and I could see the dog bobbing around in the water. The water was rough and it was clear the dog was going to drown, and I screamed at my husband to save him, but he said there was nothing he could do - he was good as dead. I told him if he wasn't going to save him I would, so I got some rope and went out into the water, but then I found a boat and we took the boat over and saved the dog. Moments later, people were all spashing around in the water like it was the beach again, even though everything was flooded and the water levels were still crazy high. I felt this impending sense of doom that more bad things were to come, especially more water, but kids were playing with beach toys and everyone was splashing and having a good time right outside the beach house window, with water right up to the building a couple feet deep.