In the first, I was driving on a dirt road through open countryside looking for a repair shop. I could see a house off in the distance. It was in a tree, but it was not the house I ultimately went to. I instead went to the same 200 year old house that figures in many of my other dreams. I got inside, but didn't do too much in it in this particular dream.
In the second, I was in the house on top of the tree thinking about how I was safe from the earthquake. and I noticed there were no fewer than 5 tornadoes in various places around us. It then occurred to me that a treehouse was not the best place to be at the moment.
Sure enough, one of them turned right for us and everything disappeared in a cloud of debris. I was then in the debris field flying around. holding on to an empty filing cabinet to use for a parachute (?) Amazingly, it worked and I was OK. Several other people did not make it though.
Later I was at a funeral for all the people lost. One was my wife, though in this dream Roz did not exist.