I dreamt I had moved back to my old apartment on the East Side. As I was unpacking, I went into the bathroom. There were big black ants pouring out of the wall. I went to the kitchen to get some bug spray and the same was happening there – ants.

I went back to the bathroom and spiders and small mice, etc. were coming out. I went to find my keys to go downstairs and tell the doorman or find the super. Then small frogs (and little chicks?) started hitting the window, splattering and raining down. I knew this was a big storm coming. I went downstairs anyway.

Next thing I know I am back upstairs, getting out of the elevator on the way back to my apartment. I make small talk with some of the new neighbors before I go in. The windows on my apartment have been damaged. There’s whole row across a wall and half are hanging off. I am the first level of apartments where the building starts to terrace so there is no apartment over the part where the windows are gone.

As I go to the window, I can see all the skyscrapers on streets to the north of me are ripped apart too. This was a tornado, an Act of God.

I wonder/worry about how I am going to sleep there since the apartment is now not closed although I also know I am not the only one in this spot. It’s a large scale problem in which I am not alone. However, the with this being city-wide, the cranes and construction crews are going to be tied up and in demand. It’s going to take time to fix.

I try calling the super in the building I just left to see if the West Side building has damage. I haven’t formally sublet it yet and could always move back as expensive as it would be to move right back.