A few days ago I dreamt walking though the aftermath of an earthquake in India which a least a thousand people died and in addition large buildings had become unstable, close to falling apart. And there was something about the Ganges.

Last night I dreamt that a volcano erupted. I was looking out a window towards a mountain peak. Smoke slowly billowed out while people looked at it. Then the top of the mountain was gone. Fragments of little rocks began to rain down breaking things and lava started coming from it. I rushed out of the house pretty quick to escape.