I was in Japan and it was flooding everywhere. I tried to go somewhere, maybe home, but all the roads were filled with high water. I found a side road where the water only reached my knees, but then it rose again. I got almost drowned and could not breathe. I moved to another direction and there were scattered persons here and there trying to find a safe spot.
I saw a colleague who was also trying to find a dry area. We walked together and everything around us turned into water. Water, water, water. Immense blue water was everywhere. I said to myself what a miserable life those people were leading.
Tide or tsunami withdrew back in some areas and a dry highway appeared with cars moving fast on it. I felt a bit optimistic about going back to my desired destination, but floods came over again. I started to run on a road where, on one side, a cement wall was erected. I saw my colleague again and she, in black and long wet hair, was struggling not to get drowned. Then I saw her talking with someone and it looked as if they found a hole in the wall and tried to go through to reach a dry place. They disappeared and I assumed they went through that hole.
I ran close to the wall searching for the hole, but could not find it because wild grass and plants covered many parts of the wall. I found myself getting into a tunnel-like road and the ceiling was got lower and lower. I felt trapped with no place to go.
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