Tsunami = Stress

I only dream about tsunami’s when I’m really stressed, so this is NOT a good sign for me and my mental health. Anyway, I basically on the beach with my mom when some large waves started crashing. We had the sense to run for it as they got bigger and bigger, but other people on the beach were beginning to be washed away. The beach had a historic stone tower on it that we saw two larger girls run into, so we followed them. They worked at the beach. We followed them down flights of stairs, going underground until we hit the bottom of the tower or its basement. It was a tight fit, a small white room. We stayed there for a while. The dream changed. My mom and I were still together, but my sister and my dad were now with us. Someone had built me my own personal library, and we were exploring it. I was so HAPPY because the shelves had all of my favorite stories on them. It was super cute too with book covers that matched in color, lots of pastels. Very mindful, very demure.