Remind me to keep a squirt gun under my bed.
As I know I've mentioned in the past, dreams and I are infrequent bed fellows, and when I do tend to dream it gets weird and drifts away very quickly. Last night I actually remember some of my dreams. Most of it slipped away pretty quickly, but I do know it involved volcanoes. Not sure why this particular detail is actually choosing to stick around, nor why it would have popped up. I don't recall anything being said or done within the recent past involving volcanoes around me.
I do remember there suddenly being an earthquake, my mother was there with me. We ducked down and sought shelter under what seemed to be a solid enough part of the structure we were in... but when the quake didn't stop, I got up and looked around. The nearby mountain was smoking, and when I observed this, everyone in the room made for the door. Mom and I got into a vehicle, might have been a van, and started driving away. There were other people driving also, but as we were all headed into the hills out of town (opposite side of town from the volcano) there was a fork in the road. Everyone else went one way, and Mom and I drove the other.
I know there was more to the dream than this, in fact I remember it getting weird, but I can't remember anything else.