03-24-2011, 06:18 AM
Morning 3/24 I climbed back in bed for an extra hour and had this dream.
I was at a convention in a hotel about a half a block from the beach. Not sure exactly where, but my husband and I had brought our cats (don't know why we would do that!) so it would likely be somewhere in fairly easy driving range, i.e. on the New England coast. It was a nice sunny day, but not warm enough for swimming. I was trying to get a group together to go for a walk on the beach. I decided I wanted a jacket because it was getting close to sunset and I thought it would be cold on the beach. But the only staircase I could find to get to my room on the second or third floor was this rickety retractable thing. I finally managed to get it open and climb up to my room. In my room I found that my husband had brought up all the luggage and let the cats loose, but hadn't set up a litter box and one of the cats had urinated on the bed. I was more than a little upset! My husband came in at this point and (showing considerable restraint
) instead of yelling at him about the cat urine I asked him if he would go for a walk on the beach with me. He was starting to respond negatively when I looked out the window where I could see a small slice of the beach. A tsunami was just hitting the shore, gaining height as it came. It was about 20 feet high at that point. I told my husband we needed to go and his response was basically that it's too late, we may as well stay where we are. I said the hallway would at least be a little safer and dragged him out of the room. The whole building shuddered as the wave hit, then it felt like we were floating. I went back to the room to get the cats (apparently it had been safe in the room after all) but I couldn't find the cat carrier in all the clutter (caused when my husband unpacked, not caused by the tsunami!).
I was at a convention in a hotel about a half a block from the beach. Not sure exactly where, but my husband and I had brought our cats (don't know why we would do that!) so it would likely be somewhere in fairly easy driving range, i.e. on the New England coast. It was a nice sunny day, but not warm enough for swimming. I was trying to get a group together to go for a walk on the beach. I decided I wanted a jacket because it was getting close to sunset and I thought it would be cold on the beach. But the only staircase I could find to get to my room on the second or third floor was this rickety retractable thing. I finally managed to get it open and climb up to my room. In my room I found that my husband had brought up all the luggage and let the cats loose, but hadn't set up a litter box and one of the cats had urinated on the bed. I was more than a little upset! My husband came in at this point and (showing considerable restraint
) instead of yelling at him about the cat urine I asked him if he would go for a walk on the beach with me. He was starting to respond negatively when I looked out the window where I could see a small slice of the beach. A tsunami was just hitting the shore, gaining height as it came. It was about 20 feet high at that point. I told my husband we needed to go and his response was basically that it's too late, we may as well stay where we are. I said the hallway would at least be a little safer and dragged him out of the room. The whole building shuddered as the wave hit, then it felt like we were floating. I went back to the room to get the cats (apparently it had been safe in the room after all) but I couldn't find the cat carrier in all the clutter (caused when my husband unpacked, not caused by the tsunami!).