The Volcano Dream.

(slightly older dream, maybe dreamt about 3 months ago)

I am with my friend Nick and his family in the middle of a construction yard, on a dirt road, lined with dead forest. There is a massive mound of dark soil and rock. The mound reveals itself as a volcano, as it hurls an enormous glob of high-definition lava and molten rock into the air. I look up and see it plummeting to Earth, and it's beautiful. But me and Nick's family run away, endangered by the volcano. We find shelter in a small church on the other side of the low-roofed and grey town, at a higher, more elevated hill. It's around dawn, and the sky is grey. Far behind the church, there is a much larger mountain, black and ominous. We see the volcano, sticking out behind the grey, dark houses, with it's bright orange and gold lava on the top, far in the distance. Me and Nick look out of one of the small rectangular church windows, and observe that ash is falling from the sky, and all of the town is beautifully quiet, peaceful, serene. This peaceful scenery of the grey ash falling aimlessly contrasts so wonderfully with the previous encounter with volcanoes.