Bizarre dream.

I just woke up from a really short nap, and in this nap, a lot of really strange things happened:

• I was reading on Weezer's web page that they had planned to play the HFStival this year, but that they were instead going to play some other event in the area called "The Rising".
• George W. Bush was in my bed, and I (not in the bed, mind you) was urging him to loosen up and just enjoy himself during the remaining few months of his presidency.
• My mother and I were in the bedroom of a high-rise apartment building when, all of a sudden, she was visibly shaken; she said she felt "the occult". I looked out the windows, and there were low, dark clouds (low enough to be at eye level) racing through the sky...I mean fast. Then I spotted a tornado--fairly narrow and disorganized, but looking really violent nonetheless--tearing quickly through the city and headed straight toward us. We panic. The next thing I know, I'm outside on the sidewalk in a crowd of twentysomethings, discussing how everyone seems to be okay, and a co-worker from my radio station explains to me that there really was no tornado; it was just a recording that I heard from another room of the apartment, made by another co-worker of mine. (Strangely, I accepted this explanation, even though I had seen the tornado with my own eyes.)
  

I was awoken from all of that by my allergies and a friend's text message.

What a bizarre collage of events, all woven together so that it nearly felt like it all happened in the same scene. Whatever it means is well beyond my comprehension.