Timothy Paradox

I was with some other people, being assaulted by what I assume were violent criminals. We were forced to run. I ran past a military checkpoint, where two armed soldiers (women?) tried to stop us at gunpoint. I was terrified enough by the people behind us not to care. These chicks couldn't possibly do anything to me the criminals hadn't already done (not sure what that was).

I was in a city, and a tidal wave was moving through the streets, washing away cars and people. People were desperately trying to get into buildings (skyscrapers) to escape before the wave got there. I moved through the crowd and got to the front door of one of the skyscrapers. I rang the doorbell. Some people told me not to bother. The door opened, though, and I moved through. Two people followed me inside. I lived in that building. On the 9th floor? I briefly wondered if letting these people inside was a good idea. It was every man for himself out there. We took the elevator up, to my apartment.

I vaguely remember floating (not sure if it was in water or on air) with a girl holding on to me. We were both weightless. We were going somewhere. I remember having feelings for the girl, and loving having her so close to me. I felt happy.