Early this morning, I woke up from a dream. In this dream, I was on the 11th floor of an apartment block. I don’t know much about the floor, the rooms and spaces, but there were a lot of people around.
There was immediate lightning and thunder; clearly a storm was upon us.
Only it wasn’t regular lightning. The blast from it was massive.
It rocked the brick building so much that we all ran away from the tilt down and pressed on the opposite walls to steady the building. it worked, the building settled back down on the foundations, upright.
Until it happened again. And again. Rocking and rolling.
I don’t know how many times it happened. I don’t know what made it stop, or if it only stopped because I woke up.