So, I'm randomly dreaming about my family going to this amazing resort place in the tropical areas. The beach is set up like a coliseum, though, with a lot of rows and umbrellas shading seats everywhere. For some reason, the waves keep getting bigger and bigger...and then the tsunami hits! Well, it's more like a GIANT WAVE than a tsunami (tsunami's are far more epic and destructive), but that's what we called it in my dream. Come to find out when I wake up...my parents are watching a documentary on the National Geographic Channel about tsunamis. o_O
Since I can hear everything from the living room in my bedroom, I'm thinking that influenced my dream a bit.
Though other parts of my dream will tell others that I miss Wilford. He came back early from his trip to Malaysia/Borneo/Bali/Indonesia to surprise me. :P
Though now I'm wondering if I just happened to be in the same resort as him...
I dunno. Dreams are weird things.
