Dream About Flooding Mud Bugs Running Away Silk Dress Tornados Spirit Voices

I remember trying to go to my mom and sister.. my mom was messing with my face and wouldn't even listen because there was flooding with no rain at that moment that looked like it was turning into a river of mud. I got bit by some kind of bug that wouldn't go away.. my next recollection was me running away from something... I think it was something about a guy, which one, I have no clue... but it's what made me notice that I was myself... I was first person and felt very much real with all my normal abilities. I was wearing a light pink silk or satin dress and it was tight around my legs even though it had a slit on the leg.. I remember I had two people behind me and they were my friends? They kept trying to console me and talk to me but I was practically sprinting to get up a hill. I finally got so angry that I grabbed at the slit and ripped it so it was further up my thigh... I picked up the bottom and carried it like it was rude to get it dirty.. (At least that's how my mind is processing it) I could feel the cool air and how it made the fabric feel under my fingertips... I could smell things.. I could sadly hear 10 times better both internally and externally and I could see... I don't know where the guy went but I saw my friend rum inside her house and I was up the hill and it was raining and through the lightning I saw something... something I still don't understand fully... because I believe it meant something.. but there were were four tornados side by side and slowly I could see them trying to come together as one. The moment I ran back down I knocked on my friend's door and asked her if she had a basement and she let me come in. One of her family members wanted to take their child and run and I couldn't even help. My phone got a call and when I answered it came in like a damn spirit box... which is typical for me being the walking spirit box.. but it was so hard to hear because it sounded like so many voices all at the same time... but specifically and clearly... one sentence put my mind into a spiral... my mind was saying, oh, that could be the last time my friend ever saw them again... but then I heard it... "Is this the correct city?" I wouldn't say the voice was normal at all... I've never been so terrified of the tone. I think it's the true "beast" behind something or someone. I woke up... and after it started coming together it just seemed odd that I got road blocked by whatever version that was.. I couldn't see the hair or anything.. there weren't any mirrors... I also oddly feel like it's a test that someone's put us through before...