I'm in a place that is supposedly my room. This is part of an old wooden house where I live with my family (never seen the place IRL). I'm in the room, finishing some kind of homework, when my parents enter the room, looking worried. They point outside and show me there's a huge flood in the city. I notice the water is already at my window level. If you consider I was on the second floor, the water was at least 4 or 5 metres high, and this was a suburban area (pretty much like North American suburbia). While they looked worriedly outside, I wasn't much impressed. I just remark that we shouldn't open any doors or windows, then continue doing whatever I was doing.

At some point I walk to a back area of the room and the dream changes. Now this is not my room anymore. It's the room of Ichigo, from the Bleach anime (nothing like his room, either). Two girls are here with me. I check out some of several collectable objects Ichigo has, and pick up a doll made of straw. The whole room makes me feel miserable and melancholy, for some reason. The girls don't seem to be affected, and they keep talking about something related to the objects. They don't seem to like it that I picked up the straw doll.