Meteor Hail

[Mr. Pig]

Can someone please interpret this dream The green is added notes and emotions: My class was on a field trip to some science and history museum. The building looked familiar. I think it's a smaller version of a huge palace/castle from another dream.My friends and I were hanging out outside and eating lunch. One of my classmates was a cannibal. He had only one friend. No one else wanted to be his friend because they thought he was weird. He was really nice, but kinda shy. His friend was the only person who would talk to him. I was wearing some cool sunglasses big and round, maybe like Mithch Hedberg's and pretending to be a surfer from California. I was talking like one at least. Someone really from California passed me and looked at me. He gave me a half-evil smile like he knew me and I had just played a prank on him. I don't know how to describe it. It was like he thought my accent was real, realized it was fake, thought I was funny, and was going to get revenge. We were talking when I noticed everyone looking and pointing toward the city. They sounded surprised and scared. I looked I was curious and saw that the whole lower part of the city was covered in black smoke and a huge streak of smoke ran from a thunder cloud to the middle of the city. It looked like a stationary tornado shaped sort of like a lightning bolt. I remember the sun was still up, but low in the sky. I knew the smoke was the path of something. I remembered hearing about storm warnings with very bad hail. false memory. The Californian also noticed that the black smoke was the path of a piece of hail and said, "Uh, we got hail." He said it like it was serious, but he was trying to be funny. Everyone started running around screaming. Probably trying to find shelter from whatever was going to happen next. I had no idea what I was supposed to do, confused, but not very scared so I followed one of my classmates into the museum. I know him, but I don't hang around him much. He's probably not important to the inturrpertation. We climbed up a staircase, In the museum. It was almost like the second story of a mall that I remember from another dream and I saw a smoking, charred piece of hail on a step. I was more scared now. I knew that the building could catch on fire if there was enough hail. Everyone was expecting more, destructive hail. I had followed my classmate to an emergency ladder that had come out of the ceiling. Hiding in the celing was a good idea in my dream. No one wanted to be outside, and we were hiding from the hail i guess. Not protecting ourselves from it as much. When he had climbed high enough, I started climbing. He was climbing like a monkey, but was very slow at climbing the ladder. The view switched to above my cousin. My aunt, who had just gotten off a plane to Alaska, had heard about the storm and texted her: Aunt- Hey, what's up. Cousin- We're runnin' Now the cannibal was texting his only friend. Cannibal- I guess this is it. Friend- Tell your friends how I taste. She smiled. Everything went black and silent, and I woke up. The last line in the text message made sense in my dream. Somehow, the cannible would survive whatever happened and have to eat his friend to survive whatever happened next. Then, he would have more friends. What she said was well thought out and genius in my dream. When everything went black, I think the building collapsed. In my dream, I only saw the city covered in smoke, the bolt of smoke, and the clouds. No other background except the ground. The perspective was weird, but I didn't notice at the time.

[Mr. Pig]

Anyone?