I had two dreams last night.
The first dream: There was a storm coming unlike anything ever seen before. Huge white boulders of ice began to rain down. A stormchaser van was on one side of the street and didn’t escape. I was walking on the other side with only an umbrella and was unharmed.
The second dream: I walked past a room wherin was a pastor and his children. I could smell an unholy smoke coming from this room. Though the children didn’t partake directly, the second-hand smoke did affect them.
I woke and thought how curious.