the flash flood

I had a dream last night .... 

i can't remember all the details from way back,
but i was in the car with a friend who was driving and though she was unfamiliar with the road she was handling well and we were laughing, talking and jamming to the songs on the radio when all hell broke lose,
cars started smashing, vehicles were flying around and as i asked her to just STOP THE CAR so we could get out or drive the other direction in her panic she kept going forward, 
away from my house
further from safety
a giant man (seemed to be a giant super villain in a bright red  Mexican wrestling costume) was smashing and stepping on cars and we barely swerved to miss the havoc and destruction that was in front of us. 
TURN BACK .. i scream, but it was too late, we reach the end of the "suburban" road just as it was about the enter a highway
3 tunnels to take, we took the one furthest to the right (all this while in my mind I still felt as long as i could take over the wheel and turn around and manage to reach home, all will be safe and well)
but its too late, seconds later the road below cracks and starts collapsing, waters starts gushing and my friend says, oh i forgot about the flash flood warnings, lets quickly get out 
the car is sinking, we are both trying to frantically yet calmly gather anything we can find that might help us 
i kept saying .. it's not the flash flood its some type of 'war' happening above that is causing this destruction, she chooses not to remember the giant, as if believing in it is worst than knowing a flash flood might take our lives... 
and as i envision the chances we have as i see the water around us and the tunnel walls  ... 
a sense of bleak hope engulfs me ... my heart stopped

and then i awoke... back to reality