Dream

I've just woke up from a horrible dream.

In my dream we were holidaying. Just Clarence and I. We were in an observation point of some sort located on higher ground, and that place overlooked a volcano which kept erupting in the distance. As it cast out volcanic substances from within a multitide of colours in the form of strips and bands emerged from the volcano too, and it formed the biggest, most vivid and most majestical rainbow I have ever seen in my life. The colours were also reflected on the river of water which was snaking lazily towards our dirrction. Coupled by the waning gentle light that is sunset, it was a kaleidoscope of colours. It was truly a sight to behold.

There was a professor with us which was our tour guide I guess for the day, and I kept trying to get his attention to look at the rainbow but it didn't seem like he was remotely bothered or interested. As the eruptions got more intense the bands of colour forming the rainbow got prettier too, and I was taking photographs with my phone.  Suddenly the tip of the Eiffel Tower (in Japan, I know) started collapsing, and there was no more rainbow in the sky. The volcano seemed dark and dangerous. The observation point began shaking too. We frantically grabbed our belongings and fled the scene by the professor's rescue crew helicopter.

That night, we were at our vacation accommodation.  It was a small fishing village by the water, and we were living in a wooden chalet interlinked with other chalets and thus a whole community of people. They were having a barbeque party. I was in my towel heading from the communal shower back into my room. On the way walked pass a big glassless window with a view of the sea. And the sea was behaving weirdly. The sea was calm with all the water slowly travelling towards the north east side of sea in eerie creeping waves, kind of like draining sink water with the sinkhole at the north east side but instead of draining down, the water was draining UP. It formed a wall of water. And then I realised... it was a tsunami. I tried screaming but I couldn't get the words out, I couldn't form those 3 syllables that shaped disaster. Thankfully someone else did. I fled in the direction of my chalet, grabbed Clarence, and in the frenzy of the situation struggled to find somewhere safe-ish to hide. I ran upstairs and then suddenly we were at home again. Instincts told me to find an under of a table (wrong instincts btw, that was for an earthquake) and so I pushed all the stuff under my mum's dressing table out and we hid there. And waited. And waited.

I woke up. They say dreams mean something. I haven't thought or talked about disasters or death yesterday so this shouldn't be some random brain overdrive on my part.

So the question remains. what does it mean?