i was doing an interview with all these Japanese people at a restaurant in the US, and it started to flood outside really fast. i had to run all the way to the top floor and yell at people to evacuate, but none of them spoke english. when everyone finally evacuated, we all (including almost everyone i know) climbed into a big stone slab with seats and a roof, that was supposed to float us away to safety. one girl started crying, because she communicated telepathically with her dogs, and they told her they had just died. someone asked if it hurt, and she said no, she couldn't feel it. i started worrying about my boyfriend, and i called him, but everyone in his house had been instructed by the cook to get into a trailer so they would float.