Jan 30, 2009 08:29
Scared the crap out of me.
I was up north for some sort of spiritual retreat. It was very pretty, and I'd gotten to town a little early. I was staying in the huge and absolutely beautiful hotel. It was set off the road a bit, and on an outcropping of rock. Below, but just barely, were trees. I got the impression that you could reach out your window and touch the canopy of the evergreens.
I'm having a lovely time at a nearby market, but then Mt. St. Helens begins to erupt. I don't believe the person who told me, but I look down the street and above the buildings and see the giant smoke plume that's just growing. I get back to the hotel as quickly as possible. I figure if it made it through the last time the mountain did this, it's going to make it through this one too.
I get back, and there are lots of people watching the smoke and ash fly by through the enormous picture windows in the main ballroom. It looks like as scary as it is out there, we're going to be ok inside. Then, the mountain erupts a second wave of fire and ash, and it looks like we're going to get hit after all. This all came on so suddenly, there's no way to escape. We're all going to die. I realize that I have my cell phone, and I call my mother to say goodbye. It's very difficult to hear her, because she's in the midst of doing something fun and noisy. But, I manage to get my point across. I tell her I love her, and hang up. I then start to contemplate whether or not I should call Jim, and tell him goodbye.
I wake up.