I’m on the top floor of a high rise in downtown Tacoma, WA. It is surrounded by windows. It is a beauty salon. There are various women in chairs getting their hair cut and colored. We are all laughing with one another. There is a familiarity about our interaction. We’ve been in this place many times before. It is high end, and the decor is dark mahogany I look down at my feet. The floor is brown speckled marble.
My eyes look out the window taking in the scenery of the bay drifting past the buildings below us. My eyes catch movement in the distance, and I look up. On the horizon, where Seattle would be, I see a massive billowing cloud of black smoke. It seems to be coming from the over the whole city.
“Oh My God!” I scream. “Seattle is on fire!”
The other girls come running over to the window. We stand in a group looking out at the cloud of black smoke getting bigger and bigger. My eyes falls down to the buildings below us. They are crumbling and whatever is causing them to crumble is heading towards us swiftly.
We are all about to die.
The building immediately below us crumbles, and I know we are next. I turn towards the middle of the room, and as the first shake of the force hits the building, a peace washes over me. It is a peace I know is felt when one has accepted they are going to die. I know this feeling. The time is here. There is no time to feel fearful. I’ll be dead in the next instant. The building shakes, and as it begins to crumble beneath my feet, I speak.
“Tell them I love them.” I say.
and then I start awake.