Stormy dream

I dreamed last night that it was storming, and I was driving the church van in the rain. I was following Erick, or maybe Erick was following me. Visibility was poor and so I couldn't see where he was. Suddenly, I saw that the road ahead of me was flooded. Most of the cars were trying to drive through the water, but I was pretty certain Erick wouldn't want me to risk driving through standing water.

Luckily, there was an exit ramp to my right, so I took it. When I finished driving around the cloverleaf ramp, there was a small gas station on a hill, so I decided to park there until I could contact Erick and let him know my location. The hill was really steep, and I kept sliding backwards even though I had put on my parking break. Finally I turned the van around and parked at one of those concrete blocks so it would roll forward into the block to keep me from sliding down the hill.

I tried to call Erick, but it kept going to voice mail. I tried the kids' cell phone, too, with the same results. I even tried calling the phone number of some of the people that were with him, although I don't remember who they were. By the time I was finally able to reach Erick, he was seventy miles away and not very happy that I had pulled off, because apparently the water I had seen on the road was only a mirage.

Then there was a big wind that destroyed most of the buildings in town. I saw a tall building laying on its side, and a little girl named Sophie was trapped inside. I rescued her, and were trying to let her parents know that she was with us and she was safe. Since I didn't know her parents' names or have their contact information, we all stood outside in the rain holding our umbrellas side by side so they would see us. Some of had teeny little umbrellas that were only about five inches in diameter, and others had big giant ones that were a couple of yards wide. Together they made a nice canopy and we stayed dry in the rain until Sophie's parents showed up.

Then the looters came. Well, they weren't really looters. They were more like scavengers, picking up recyclable material for scrap. They took all of the extra lumber and bits and pieces of everything the storm had destroyed so they could get cash out of it. They even took wet, soggy cardboard. They cleaned up everything so well that there was nothing left but bare ground where the town used to stand. I was pretty impressed and wondered why it seemed to take so long to clean up after storms that I had seen on the news, like Oklahoma.

The last thing I dreamed is that AT&T was trying to sue us because we hadn't paid our last bill, even though we had.