Recurrent theme: Natural disasters

I keep having nightmares about natural disasters. The first time was some months ago now, where volcanoes suddenly popped up everywhere. Turned out that every hill around here was really a volcano, and they all erupted at the same time. The ground was shaking, and there was a continuous loud roar, like how I imagine a big forest fire would sound. The scariest part was that we all just knew it was the end of the world.

The next dream was about a big flood. I was at the kindergarten, and we were watching water flow by on each side of the building (there are floor-to-ceiling windows). Then suddenly the windows started cracking, and we pulled the kids away just in time, as one part of the building just broke off and disappeared with the water masses. The earth just opened up where that part of the building had been, and as the water started carrying whole houses by us, everything just disappeared down this sudden waterfall. Here the dream got a little funny, because Miley Cyrus turned up and struck a pose for the cameras in front of the waterfall... and then fell in (haha!). Anyway, we were trapped on this island that was the kindergarten building as the hole in the earth got wider and wider, threatening to swallow up everything, us included.

Last night I dreamed that me and a colleague (one of my favourites, the woman who had the idea to fix me up with her son a while back) were closing up the kindergarten, which was in New York all of a sudden. I actually thought I was alone in the building, so I was playing a Metallica dvd really loud. I saw my colleague and turned it down, just as I realized that the floors were actually made of ice. For some reason this didn't surprise me, and I thought "Of course, the whole building is made out of ice" (and suddenly it was). And as I was making my way over the slippery ice to my colleague, I realized it had gotten thinner. The TV suddenly switched from the Metallica dvd a news caster, talking about a flood that had the whole city in a panic. The ice melted quickly, and I had to crawl not to fall through it. I shouted for my colleague to wait for me, because I didn't know how to drive through Manhattan (go figure...), and she said she'd drive me home. And suddenly I had my own room in the building, with lots of my own things in it. Since I knew the building was about to sink into the water, I had to decide what things to save. I grabbed a book, and then I woke up. I don't remember what book it was, but when I woke up I scanned the bookshelf in a panic, trying to figure what which book I would save, if I could only choose one. A part of me was still trapped inside the dream. Even after I came to, and had shaken off the feeling of rush and panic, I still had this compulsive idea that I needed to know which book to choose. I had to force myself out of my bedroom this morning, not to get stuck in front of the shelf... I still haven't decided.