11/14/10 Last night I had an earthquake dream. I awoke from it and looked at the clock. It was 1:20 AM on the night before my monthly Rose Bowl flea market.
The Dream
I’m asleep in my paternal grandparents’ elegant two-story Victorian home. In reality the house was located in Hannibal, MO, but in the dream it’s in San Francisco. At first there’s a jolt that wakes me up (in the dream). I look around and see things like chandeliers swaying so I know it’s not a dream! This is followed by a much bigger shock. I feel the top floor of the house shaking violently, enough so that it falls forward and collapses onto the first floor. I can hear screaming. What’s even crazier is that my maternal aunt and uncle (who lived in Seattle) are in the house too. Immediately after the second quake we’re all in a car driving down the street. Seeing all sorts of debris in the street I go, “Is this the big one we’ve all been waiting for?’” Then I wake up.
Jack Chipman
