There was incredible wind velocity in my dream this morning. It wasn’t the end of the world. At least we didn’t say it was. We just said : "The weather is getting weirder and weirder..." We had gotten used to this. There was some kind of curfew, no one could go outside, we would all have to suffer considerable damage to our cars, houses... and trees were being uprooted when not broken. It could last like this for hours. The dream felt like it was hours. I was so scared.
At some point, I saw something like white dust coming from a wall, inside the house, and I understood that it was THE WIND outside coming through the microparticles of the wall, blowing INSIDE the house.
Later, part of the roof started to come off, and shortly after, a bay window crashed and something fell on me, a big chunk of that glass, it knocked me unconscious except I was still conscious, but in a different sort of consciousness, I was probably dead. It was an extremely scary dream. I kept waking up from it... then kept falling back right into it again.