Amazonian Hurricane -- dream interpretation?

I'm at [my separated husband's] new apt. Someone knocks on his door. He started complaining about answering it, and I told him he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to. This started a fight with him. In the dream he was being extremely controlling (more so than normal). There were beds up against a wall, and I walked out the door.

Then, I am in a large tree house (or tree-city) in the Amazon. There is a large open window, and a huge storm is coming towards us. Storm surges keep hitting the tree house, and someone mentions how this storm is all over the news. I back away from the window, and am pressed against a metal handrail. Suddenly, a huge wave sweeps me away. Weightlessness sensation in my stomach, realization that I'm going to die. Then, I rewind and this time I have my legs wrapped around the handrail as the wave hits. I hang on, but am going under. Suddenly, a strangler-fig "rope" from a nearby tree is right next to me and I grab on. I manage to survive the wave. Then, when it settles, I make a break for it. I swim to the next big tree house. I pull myself up by a huge rope railing. It requires a lot of strength/endurance. I make it up, and I look back and see the old tree house submerged, dead bodies in the water. Some woman hails me saying i'm amazing for making it through. She asks me to help other women in need, and I say I'll do what I can. Something about a purple bauble. I am climbing a railway upwards while we talk because I know there will be another storm surge soon.

I get up to the next level, and look for a way up. Furniture is sliding all around, crushing people, and the water level is rising. I see two escalators and a staircase. I try to go up the middle escalator, but it turns dangerous and a thought appears that it will slice people up. The other escalator looked good, but I take the stairs. I go up with the woman following me. A thought appears that these stairs lead to the royal quarters. Suddenly the building collapses underneath a storm surge. Our staircase keeps us protected, but we are submerged, too, and the staircase is now sideways. The staircase walls are now made of clear plastic. I say something about being lucky that we still have air to breathe. I am searching for a way out, but I can't find one.

Suddenly, canoeing, said something about if I had known dad was going to die soon, I wouldn't have done this.


Thoughts? Thank you.

Generally a violent storm like that I think is often a sign of turbulent emotions.

I have no clue whether this applies to you, but someone knocking at the door, no need to answer, and then we are in the Amazon ... All that reminds me of ordering a package from Amazon.com and the knock is the delivery guy. :-)