Flood dream

I decided to meditate around 2:00, since this is the time when I seem to have the most chance of drifting off and having a very lucid dream. I was wearing headphones to drown out the noises of the construction men destroying the section of our house which was damaged by the fallen tree in order to rebuild it, phoenix style, and because there were people upstairs talking. The first fade involved my sister and I becoming aware of our psychic abilities, exiting our bodies and directing our points of consciousness around our house (which I have grown used to but she seemed shocked), which resulted in my viewing of events which may or may not have been happening upstairs while I was downstairs in my bed. I kept fading in and out of that state of consciousness to physical reality where I was just trying to get some rest. A few scenarios passed, each ending in my "waking up" back in 3 dimensional reality overhearing the people upstairs talking and tapping into their reality again as I drifted off once more, not being fully aware of the difference between what I was dreaming and what was real.

This continued to happen until in "dream land" I was on our second floor, watching my dad in his car getting into minor scraping car accidents with another driver. I joined him in his car and talked with him about what was happening as the other driver attempted to communicate with us. A day seemed to pass normally, and it was really stormy outside by the time I was trying to go to sleep. Suddenly a huge tidal wave came crashing down on our house, not destroying anything, just impacting with all the force one would expect from such an event. My family and I joined in the living room and talked about what was happening. It was really dark outside at this time, and the lighting of my house was ominous as it could ever be. I looked outside to see a man in a pink shirt carrying a large briefcase or something across our front yard, through the rain and wind. Things were uncertain at this point and time seemed to shift forward to the early morning, but I went back to the second floor of our house to see at least 15 feet of water on the ground and another huge tidal wave approaching our house. I went downstairs to warn my family and get them upstairs but I couldn't find them, they had just disappeared, and the darkness inside the house made this scary as I called out for them. I thought they had left me all by myself. I went back upstairs to see the wave impact with our house, much more gently than the last one, but it raised the water level up to the height of the roof. The house was now completely submerged in water.

I don't know if I saw the future or what. I'm guessing it was the combination of loud banging noises and large trucks moving outside and my headphones failing to completely "drown out" those noises which created these visions in my mind. Either way, it scared me pretty badly. The feeling of isolation and looming hopelessness was the strongest I've ever experienced.