There was a massive earthquake. We were in an office, on a sub-floor level. We were having a conversation and then the building was shaking and I stood up, knowing that walking around isn't a great idea during an earthquake, but enjoying doing so nonetheless. I tried noticing how my equilibrium was altered as I stood up and maneuvered around.
We went outside, afterward, to assess the damage. I had a vague notion that I should try going home to check on the kitties. I had my phone and immediately called Dan to find out where he was and if he was okay. Contrary to my usual dream theme, my phone worked well and I was capable of remembering numbers and dialing with proficiency.
As I was waiting to get in touch with Dan, I walked along the street and saw the damage done by the quake. I hadn't realized it was so bad until just now. Of the buildings still standing, many were heavily damaged and people were running around in chaos, uncertain what to do.
I wasn't successful in getting ahold of Dan. I suddenly realized that Keira was home alone and had surely been woken up by the quake. I knew I had to make another call fast, before the phone lines got all tied up. I wanted to call my neighbor, to have her go check on Keira. But instead I wound up calling my dad. I knew he was close by because she was sleeping at his house (where we apparently lived as well).
I got through to him and asked him to check on her while I made my way over there. Once that was taken care of, I tried to figure out how I could get there. I contemplated taking the bus, but knew it would take forever because the streets were all tangled up. Just then I learned that Dan was involved in a terrible accident on a bridge that resembled the Brooklyn Bridge. I was close to there, so I ran to try and find him. In my minds eye, I could see that he would be okay but there was blood and he was in danger of losing consciousness.
A Massive Earthquake...