Are we at war?

the water is rising in all of my dreams but this time the water was violent and black.

My mother and I were cooking outside of our beachhouse when all of a sudden the water started to rise and get choppier and worse. it was rising really fast and my mother reached out to grab me. THe water was pulling away at the beach growing closer to the house. We were able to scramble inside and the floor was filling with water. We were scared about my dad who had left a couple hours ago to get something.

We heard then that the prison had been released to make way for victims and as a safe house from the 'storm'. then we realize that my dad had been in prison.


I cant remember the rest of the story but it lapsed into me being chased by these girls. One of whom is a chick i used to date. They chase me through a forest and through fields and through a graveyard where they finally cought it.