Something's Shaking...

I had this weird dream last night which could have been triggered by an encounter I had with this person, which in turn have created a metaphor.

Before I get confused, my night vision started when I was in a house (I think my place back home) and there was a very strong earthquake, like 6.5. It stopped after like 15 seconds or so and nothing happened after that although my companions and I were quite shaken. Of course, there would be aftershocks; when it happened like some minutes later it was like the same intensity as it was before. I fled like crazy and ran towards the street. I found out I was alone on the street but I can see the houses around me moving like a mildly shaken jello pudding although they are not crumbling down...then it stopped.
People started coming out on the street...there was calm after the storm but another dark feeling prevailed. It materialized not too soon when I looked on my left and saw a tsunami about 30 feet high, almost moving in a slow motion from afar but I can hear the intensity of it. I rushed back to the house and started looking for a flotation device. I found a boogie board right by a shelf then I dashed outside to meet the oncoming wave. The strong wave swept me back inside the house and into the bathroom where I was greeted by a dozen unopened toilet papers wrapped in red stripes (by this time I woke up for real and found a need for the bathroom. This is always my automatic response to a dream that involves a toilet or any stuff you'll find in a toilet, even the grossest kind).

*Intermission*

Actually, I was surprised that my dream continued after the real world bathroom break. In my dream again I was floating outside of the house in my boogie board and saw other people floating or hanging on on top of buildings or vehicles. I saw a very tall church in front of me that is the driest place around. I told everyone why don't we take shelter at this place. The people told me the church is of a different denomination meaning it's not Catholic but it's a Christian church and that they would not be allowed to go inside anyway; other than that they would rather choose to suffer their fate, as a matter of religious principle, rather than be criticized for their beliefs (i.e. "You should have trusted our God"). I thought this was just sad, as I saw people inside the fortress not even offering to help the people who are dying (kinda sadistic, too, as they have resolved themselves to some higher up's master plan of religious cleansing). I thought of going inside to talk to them, and dream ended there...

So, the conversation I had with this person in the non-dream state was about the weather. Fall was starting and I'm already freezing up in the morning. So, I talked to person A about how I am getting cold when I am sleeping (to which I should have been direct in asking A to open the heater). Person A asked me how many layers of sheets I am using, which I said three. Person A then answered something to this effect, "see, don't you just wish you've gotten a water bed (like us)?" It didn't take me too long to jump to the dream and back to make the connection -- I am not going to get any heater action because I don't have a water bed, and can't afford get one. Thus, enforcing the reality that I will have to grin and bear the winter weather.

I know my analogy sucks, and I apologize for putting an elaborate point comparison (and storytelling) of religion with something so inferior like self-suffering. It is after all still a good dream.