I've had a lot of dreams about apocalypse, the end of the world, lately.

In the first one, the city was being destroyed by six-legged elephants and huge giraffes with trunks that were walking out of the St-Laurent river. Nobody seemed to care, and while I was freaking out, the guy I was talking to just spent his time commenting on some girl riding a little car on a square railroad and that kept falling into a pit and just came back...

In the second one, I was in a huge house with many people in it, mostly people from elementary school. We were informed that huge storms were ahead, and as I looked out the window, a tornado was running right into the house. Convinced it would be safer, we ran outside (?) to wait until it was over. Then, there was a man riding his bicycle and trying to run away from a tornado that was following him closely. As he tried to avoid it, he didn't see the house and went through the window with his bicycle, and everyone around me was laughing at how stupid he was...

'Twas weird. I wonder if it means anything at all...