My Dream Sunday night…

I was with some friends, looking across the Bay at San Francisco. Then all of a sudden I spotted part of the city catch on fire and pointed it out. Then the whole place erupted in flames. It turned out to be an underwater volcano eruption. And then it flowed into the Bay. I didn’t really notice until later when my friends said they could walk across the water. It was basically as if the lava filled in the Bay, and there was about a foot of water on top, so you could walk from Oakland to San Francisco. But by the time we got to SF, the land was too hot to touch, so we returned. We seemed to have been “camping” in what would be a sort of rock star tour bus. There were several bedrooms and bathrooms. But we still hung out outside with a campfire and stuff.

I’m not clear on this part, but I remember a house I was in, and a part of it was collapsing because the lava was reaching us from underground. And remember packing frantically, and had Nala put in one of the bedrooms so that she was safe and not underfoot. So we were actually packing up one of those 10 passenger vans with all of our stuff and I wondered how it would all fit. But it did. We left initially without Nala, then I made them go back to get her.

At this point, the lava/fires were starting on our side of the Bay. They were anywhere from 5+ feet away from us. We would drive and see the brush burning right at the side of the van. And would also see fires burning in the hills. I remember getting my camera out to take some pictures, but my vantage point wasn’t the greatest. We ended up having to turn around because the way we were going was too dangerous.

And that’s about the last thing I remember. Wish I had thought to blog this earlier today, as I may had remembered more details. Anyway, the newest saga from my brain. And no, I haven’t watched any natural disaster movies lately ;-)