in the past week, i’ve had 2 dreams about the hurricane… (warning: i cannot be held responsible for the nonsensical nature of the following)

in the first dream, me and my friends were taking shelter in a mobile home, because “the storm” was comin’.  so there we all are, crammed up in this tiny trailer - no electricity, no water - listening to the storm rage outside.  as it came to an end, we decided we should set out to see how bad things were.  leaving the trailer, we were all stunned into silence.  the storm ~had come~ and as faaaaaaar as the eye could see, there was.............. hay.  knee deep hay.  covering ~everything~.  it was true, the............. rodeo............... had struck and it’s devastation was ~everywhere~.  slowly, we made our way to the.......... arts and craft tables that the storm had littered the area with.  just then, one of my friends said, “beware… the rodeo clowns may still be around” dundunDUN!  :O :O :O i woke up right then :|

tonite, i dreamed the real hurricane had struck and destroyed everything i owned.  i moved into a motel that had been heavily damaged, but the owner allowed us to live there for free, as long as we helped with repairs.  as i set about repairing my own unit, i was interrupted by… the doorbell.  only when i looked out, i couldn’t see anyone.  so i go back to replacing sheetrock… and the doorbell rings again.  i go back to the door and this time, i open it and there’s a dog standing there.  where my mother used to live, her next door neighbour’s owned a great dane.  i was very fond of that dog and it of me.  and there she stood!  harley!  came to check on me!  of all the people that i know… a dog came to make sure i was okay.  O.O actually wound up as a fairly nice dream.  it was good to see harley

so yeah.  hurricaneonmymindmuch?  :|