I'm in my mom and dad's house which is a big sprawling thing set into a steep riverbank painted the color of a battleship inside and out. There are a lot of indie rockers around and slowly, I discover my Dad is financing some band's releases. I wonder why he's not putting out my music.
The kitchen counter is full of food and I pick up a roast beef sandwich to eat. It's sloppily cut into many pieces and I complain that one slice only has mustard in it. The kitchen is at water level, with picture windows and a deck. There are three waterspouts that develop on the river; initially everyone is alarmed, but they dissipate. A few seconds later, one reforms right outside of the house and creates a series of progressively larger waves. I realize the water will come into the house, the dream goes into slow motion. I yell for everybody to get back and away from electrical appliances. A wall of water completely submerges the room as everyone is pushed back into a narrowing crevice at the end of the room away from the water.
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