Katrina in an airport

I was in a airport terminal right by an ocean while a hurricane came in. There was a wall of just windows, so to protect ourselves we dragged a bunch of cars in from outside and lined them up against the windows. It was nighttime. We could barely see the gigantic waves cresting, but once they got high enough they smashed through the windows and their force pushed the cars toward the wall where we were cowering. It was a bad idea. I escaped to a side room where there were two poles I could hoist myself up on. A friend was with me, and I offered her one of the poles. George Clooney walked in, looking like a very old man. I patted his face and told him it was going to be alright. He left to go outside and stand on one of the craggy rocks on the beach. He wanted to die.

I realized that before the storm I had hoarded a bunch of food, sneakily taping it into the tire swing at the bottom of my pole and into a high shelf in the back room. I praised myself for being so smart because I knew it would be a long time before I could go grocery shopping again.

*This dream brought to you by Treme, a preview for Hoarders, and the airport scenes from Little People, Big World*