Dream of tsunami, woman, movie, person, screaming

My dream I know not what it means For some reason, I leave work in the afternoon without telling anyone because I intend to be back quickly - but I keep getting delayed. I run into two young women walking. They don't see the impending tornado zooming toward them. I don't tell them or call their attention to the other people nearby who are scurrying to get away. I am somewhat relieved, as I pass them, to note that even though they are somewhat nerdy and plain looking, they have enough sense to put a jacket on. The one is sharing the navy blue jacket with the other - kind of draping it over her shoulders too. To my relief, the tornado does not hit where I am but goes to the outer banks and does lots of damage. I remember thinking that my life could have been so different if the tornado had not turned because a big tsunami could have formed and I was very close to the shore. How nice it would be to soak up the water and let myself enjoy the beach, but I know I have to get back to work I continue my walk and find myself in an empty theater foyer where the person who wrote and produced the movie is there for its first showing. No one but me is there to watch it. And I was just there by accident. I think I tell him that and he wants me to stay but I can't because I have to get back to work. But then other people start arriving to see the film and I am vastly relieved and slip out without being noticed. I continue on my way back to work and am increasingly agitated that I keep getting way laid and diverted. I try running, but it still does not feel like my body is going fast enough or that I am making much progress though my limbs are moving in a running motion. I get on an elevator and there are two men and one woman. The woman pushes the button to get us moving, but instead the floor folds up around our feet and we grab on to these dangling pieces of cloth to prevent from going down the elevator shaft. I know not to look down the shaft because then I will be really frightened I don't think it will help but lo and behold I start screaming as loud as I can and, miraculously, she and I end up outside of the elevator in a hall where there are other people. I watch the floor of the elevator go from its curled position and turn into a cradle. It is yellow in color with a brown edge. The other woman leaves to go to a bris and I leave to go back to work. Since I have been gone so long, I decide to just take the time I was gone and subtract it from my overtime so I don’t feel guilty about being gone so much longer than I thought I would be. And because it was under 4 hours, it would not qualify for sick time.