I woke up this morning shaking.
I dreamed I was in California to see Anthony. I was walking along the oceanfront. I was on the road, and there was a large building with windows in it between me and the ocean.
As I passed the building, I looked through the windows to the ocean and thought, "Is that a wave?"
About that time, the wave broke over the top of the building. There was a black pickup parked by the road, so I ran to it and held on to the side mirror. I held my breath as the wave broke over me. Suddenly, the water was all gone.
Then I started running inland. I went a few blocks and realized the ocean was that way, too. So I started North to get to my hotel.
As I got to the walkway over the river, I realized the walkway had been knocked down and there was no way to cross the river at that location.
I started climbing to higher ground. There were a lot of people up on the cliff. We looked out over the ocean. There were no more big waves coming, but there were a LOT of waves.
I used my cell phone to call my mom in Oregon. I was asking her if there was a Tsunami warning out. She was saying no when another one hit, but I was high enough I was not hit. I also remember her asking if I was bringing Anthony home with me. I just laughed and said, "I wish."
The next thing I know I am running across some parking lot headed for the motel.
Then the alarm went off.
I hate tsunamis.