Hurricane ⌚

Date: 6/9/2017

There was no logic to this dream. Just hang in there and remember time and space are relative and Hawaii is *basically* the same thing as Cuba. My entire immediate family had traveled back to the 1950s. We were in Hawaii on a day when there was going to be a huge devastating hurricane. Also it was Christmas! We were getting ready to evacuate and we tried to bring as many people with us as we could. We successfully got Elvis (I think my subconscious forgot it was supposed to be the 1950s at some point, because Elvis was really the only element not from 2017) and a handful of other people. We tried to get Adele, but I'm not sure if she came with us. So we stuffed my parents' 2007 minivan with luggage and people and snacks and we started the drive from Hawaii north to Florida (don't worry about it) where my parents' house was for some reason. Even considering that this was a much shorter and simpler trip than it logically should have been, it was still long. We had to drive across a very long bridge and most of Florida. And still we kept backtracking and making multiple unnecessary trips. We kept forgetting things, Elvis kept changing his mind, a few people wanted to go back so we dropped them off at their homes in Hawaii, we stopped to open our Christmas presents (which we left in Hawaii), and at some point we were in a garage getting the minivan repaired. It was a mess. In the end I'm pretty sure we succeeded in getting to my parents' house. And Elvis was a pretty cool road trip buddy.