Okay so... all this talk about your cyclones inevitably caused me to dream about my greatest fear, and well, perhaps to a more indirect level this time, but still relates because it's a natural disaster. I blame you completely @
KuroganeHammer
It started off in Texas, where I'm at. The news were saying there was going to be a Tornado Watch in various areas around Texas, though Dallas was being the most prominent right now. And naturally, I was panicking inside, because I friggin hate tornadoes.
... I somehow ended up in Sweden. There was also some kind of natural disaster alert (apparently this was almost a worldwide thing, might as well have been the end of the world). Anyway, I was in a bus with very few people (and I don't remember seeing the bus driver driving it btw, so knowing the craziness of my dream, the bus might have been driving on its own).
We were driving over this bridge, and I could see the sea beneath us. The waves were rising at ridiculously high levels, and the few people in the bus with me, including me, gasped in surprise as one particular wave rose so high, that it literally just... wiped out everything on the bridge. Our bus started tumbling toward the end of the bridge, which, there was still water there from the wave. In other words, we were gonna fall into the water caused by the sea, but not the sea itself.
Then it's like as if I knew exactly everything that was going to happen because I was planning things in advance. Knowing that we were gonna crash into the water, I knew we needed to escape the bus soon, before it sunk. I yanked the lever from the back door of the bus open, just as we landed in the water. People began swimming out through that back door, desperate to save themselves. I saved two people; someone that had been accompanying me, and a little girl, and holding their hands/swimming at the same time was not easy, but I magically didn't seem to have trouble breathing under water, even though I was instinctively looking for air myself.
Anyway.
We pulled up from the water and managed to get back to the city, only to find that most of the city was almost completely flooded from the tsunami. I had a home there though that was pretty high off from the ground (and I never even had this home, mind you), so I headed that way with the two people I had saved. My mom was inside, and after all the relief of seeing me, she told me there was this thing that would drain some of the water from the city.
We began to head to this place, which wasn't far from my house. The door to it was locked however, and there was some Swedish guy there trying to figure out how to get in too. I tried lockpicking it (pretty sure I know where this influence came from too). After awhile we managed to open it, and hurried inside.
There was like... one of those metal wheels that you spin, and that's what would lower the water level. There was a Pikachu there that helped me. Yep.
/dear diary
*edit* And now I'm afraid of going back to sleep, because the dream might continue from where it left off (cause that happens to me). Also, this isn't the first time I've dreamed about falling into the water and saving people - another time was in a plane. Wth is wrong with me, and why do I keep dreaming about things like this?