I have to look into this.

I had a dream last night that I thought was so significant that I made myself wake up so I could write it down, which I didn't even do. It was part of a dream, the end of it actually (the end I guess because I made myself wake up). I was on a crowded street, the street that my father lives on I think. There were many people and ambulances, and things like that. People had their boats attached to their cars that were parked in the street, and all the boats were on fire. It was chaos. I found my father and asked him what was going on and he said exactly as follows, "The walls are falling." I then turned around to see that across the street was the ocean and that all the ships, there were many, were flying out of the ocean into the sky, shooting towards me.