Dream from Saturday, Jan 17
In this dream, I was travelling to Portland, Oregon alone (I have been to Portland before and did go by myself that trip as well).
I was hitting Portland as my first stop before a big international trip, and had a close friend handle scheduling some activities for me in Portland. One of the activities was some sort of dance class, held at a studio with other people also in the class. I asked the friend to request a specific time on my final day in Portland, so that I could have some fun and dance it out and be nice and tired before my big trip overseas.
I tried to arrive 15 minutes early for my class. The dance studio, which looked like a cafeteria style dining table set up in a house with hardwood flooring, also had an open area off of the "dining hall." There was a group of people standing over in that area, and a woman came over from the group and asked if she could help me. I said yes, that I was there for the class, and she said the class I signed up for was just wrapping up. I asked if it was the class that started at 5:45, and she said No, it was the class that *ended* at 5:45. She was the owner, and she remembered speaking to my friend, and she specifically told the friend it started at 4:45.
I was super bummed, and had no idea how this could happen- and felt like the dance instructor didn't really understand what I was saying about how clearly I communicated with the friend and how she worked so hard to fit the timing in perfectly for my final day in the city. The instructor said she had one more class that started at 6, and that it was a different style, but I was welcome to join. I agreed, and went to the open floor space section to wait for the next class to start.
There wasa series of floor-to-ceiling windows in this section, and out of the windows was a crazy awesome view of Mount Hood across a small bay. The mountain was so close that you couldnt even see a quarter of the way up, and the bay looked dark and cold.
The class was filtering in and just getting warmed up. There was a bit of music, and the instructor was at the back of the room announcing it would begin in a few moments. I looked out the window again, and saw an unexplainable sight. Part of the mountain (which was all rock) started to move, like in a wave, and then the huge front face of the mountain began to break off and fall down into the bay. This was all slow motion, and as soon as I saw it and felt the tremor from the vibration of it, I knew it was going to cause a tsunami. I turned to face the other people to see if they saw this, and there was a tall man wearing a giant animal mask of some sort, walking through the crowd of people with some sort of joystick in his hand. He disappeared out the door.
I saw the wall of water rise up across the bay and begin moving towards us in a deafening roar, and it was the scariest fucking thing I had ever seen.
I screamed "TSUNAMI" and started running towards the bathroom. My plan was to "spiderman" myself across the ceiling by bracing my hands and feet against very top the edges of the wall, and fucking pray that the water breaking through wouldnt crush the building or rise up to where i was.
I heard the water come crashing in, and people screaming and things smashing. The water burst through the wall of the bathroom and almost knocked me down, but it then started filling up and came alllllllllllllllll the way to my nose but stopped there... then it slowly started to drain and ended up being about 4.5 feet deep. I was able to stand on the floor with my head just above water.
I walked cautiously into the rest of the building and saw people trying to push things away from them. I knew people were dead but I didnt see them. I pushed my way out a smashed window and got into the street, which was filled with water about 2 feet deep. People in a nearby building were calling to me, asking me to come up to their deck. I climbed the side of the building and made it up... they were listening to the radio, and the radio was saying the mountain's collapse was caused by a bomb. I thought immediately that the bomber was the masked man with the odd looking joystick I saw in my dance class, and I was telling them about it. The radio said over 300 people had died that they counted so far. Then my dream was over.
I was hitting Portland as my first stop before a big international trip, and had a close friend handle scheduling some activities for me in Portland. One of the activities was some sort of dance class, held at a studio with other people also in the class. I asked the friend to request a specific time on my final day in Portland, so that I could have some fun and dance it out and be nice and tired before my big trip overseas.
I tried to arrive 15 minutes early for my class. The dance studio, which looked like a cafeteria style dining table set up in a house with hardwood flooring, also had an open area off of the "dining hall." There was a group of people standing over in that area, and a woman came over from the group and asked if she could help me. I said yes, that I was there for the class, and she said the class I signed up for was just wrapping up. I asked if it was the class that started at 5:45, and she said No, it was the class that *ended* at 5:45. She was the owner, and she remembered speaking to my friend, and she specifically told the friend it started at 4:45.
I was super bummed, and had no idea how this could happen- and felt like the dance instructor didn't really understand what I was saying about how clearly I communicated with the friend and how she worked so hard to fit the timing in perfectly for my final day in the city. The instructor said she had one more class that started at 6, and that it was a different style, but I was welcome to join. I agreed, and went to the open floor space section to wait for the next class to start.
There wasa series of floor-to-ceiling windows in this section, and out of the windows was a crazy awesome view of Mount Hood across a small bay. The mountain was so close that you couldnt even see a quarter of the way up, and the bay looked dark and cold.
The class was filtering in and just getting warmed up. There was a bit of music, and the instructor was at the back of the room announcing it would begin in a few moments. I looked out the window again, and saw an unexplainable sight. Part of the mountain (which was all rock) started to move, like in a wave, and then the huge front face of the mountain began to break off and fall down into the bay. This was all slow motion, and as soon as I saw it and felt the tremor from the vibration of it, I knew it was going to cause a tsunami. I turned to face the other people to see if they saw this, and there was a tall man wearing a giant animal mask of some sort, walking through the crowd of people with some sort of joystick in his hand. He disappeared out the door.
I saw the wall of water rise up across the bay and begin moving towards us in a deafening roar, and it was the scariest fucking thing I had ever seen.
I screamed "TSUNAMI" and started running towards the bathroom. My plan was to "spiderman" myself across the ceiling by bracing my hands and feet against very top the edges of the wall, and fucking pray that the water breaking through wouldnt crush the building or rise up to where i was.
I heard the water come crashing in, and people screaming and things smashing. The water burst through the wall of the bathroom and almost knocked me down, but it then started filling up and came alllllllllllllllll the way to my nose but stopped there... then it slowly started to drain and ended up being about 4.5 feet deep. I was able to stand on the floor with my head just above water.
I walked cautiously into the rest of the building and saw people trying to push things away from them. I knew people were dead but I didnt see them. I pushed my way out a smashed window and got into the street, which was filled with water about 2 feet deep. People in a nearby building were calling to me, asking me to come up to their deck. I climbed the side of the building and made it up... they were listening to the radio, and the radio was saying the mountain's collapse was caused by a bomb. I thought immediately that the bomber was the masked man with the odd looking joystick I saw in my dance class, and I was telling them about it. The radio said over 300 people had died that they counted so far. Then my dream was over.