This morning I dreamt that I was living in a two floored house with a few young people, and looked out the window to see billows of black smoke, that towered up into the sky and hugged the ground, heading right for us. One girl was unimpressed that the smoke was coming, while I was frightened. I went downstairs to a room to look for a tablet or a phone, anything that I could contact people with while the smoke overtook the house. And I began to see birds of all kinds, flying out of the smoke, in packs before it, desperate to escape. I didn’t try to escape, I hid.
And then I woke up! I’ve never seen that type of smoke formation ever in a dream, nor in life.