A dream world apart.

Two qualifiers to this dream need to be set in place before the dream is told.  There is a home where I live in my dreams.  I dream it frequently and have for years.  I've never seen it.  It may well be a composit of many homes I have had close relationship to, but if so, it was part of my dreamscape before I lived in some of those places.  It has been a curious place that sometimes has been full of joy and sometimes full of fear, anger or sadness.  I have received true warnings and precognitive revelations within that setting that played out in other true physical locales.  I have gotten comfortable referring to it as home, though I've never physically seen it if it does exist.  Do what you want with that information, but that is the home of this dream.
The second qualifier is that this dream was totally comfortable.  It should have terrified me, but it didn't.  I wanted a resolution after I woke, but not as an escape from fear.  I have not ever gone through anything as fantastic as this and don't really expect to, but it was just 'the way things are' in the dream.  Life was already established in the surreal.
In the dream, I was sitting in a chair on the front porch of my 'home' with a cup of coffee and my keys in my hand.  After I woke, I realized I had no cell phone in the dream- no phone at all in the dream.  I was recalling an outing that had been pleasant as I sat and watched my surroundings in the early morning.  I was the watcher.  It was a responsibility I shared with the others in turn.  This was my watch and I surveyed the world about me as I thought.  I wish the trails were truly part of my physical world.  I feel I know them so well.  In my thoughts I recalled walking in the hills near our home, as we have often done in my dreams, when the eruptions began.  The earth had shaken and an explosion had occurred in front of us - a small but effective breaking of earth and sound with a large plume of orange tinged smoke following.  It appeared to come from inside the ground.  We were not injured but decided to turn homeword. 
On our way home we saw signs of devastated houses and other buildings.  Again there was no alarm, just recognition.  My thoughts continued as I watched.  My neighborhood seemed quite empty except for my yard and this remembering process went on for some time in my dream.  As I watched, small plumes of smoke would rise at various points in the distant land scape, but my area was still.
My yard slopes down toward the street and at a distance of maybe a block, it rises into other streets.  On that hill side I saw a house collapse and a woman ran out screaming.  I called to her to ask if she needed help.  She called back frantically "Please!"  There was no plume of smoke, only a crumpled house.  I was surprised someone was there but not at the fall of the house.  I called back "Okay," and went inside my empty house to get some supplies.
I gathered a few things and started out the side door.  We had a large driveway which was completely filled with vehicles where people were sleeping.  My car was blocked in.  I was trying to figure out how to get it out without waking the others, when my daughter came out of a large vehicle that looked like one of those conversion vans for travelling.  She looked very sleepy and blinked hard.  I didn't explain anything and she walked into the house.  My concern was for the fact that I was not watching and I was the watcher.  Yet I should help the woman across the way.  I woke up.
The dream will not leave my mind alone.  Waking up seemed more like walking back into my living room than mentally rousing from a dream.  Yet, the hardest thing to think through is the way I felt about things - and perhaps the feelings I did not have.