disaster survival plan

Last night I dreamed I was in a crowded city during the day. An otherwise normal, sunny day was dramatically and suddenly altered by epic rainfall. People began to panic as water levels on the streets rose within seconds. I was remarkably calm with only one focused thought: Find my emergency Xanax stash. Xanax was my survival plan. I was in the sort of bank where you store your goods in WoW.  Amid the shrieks of the masses, I stepped up to the teller and quietly retrieved my bottle of pills. I placed the bottle deep in my handbag and the rain stopped as unexpectedly as it started.