I’m in some kind of mountain resort, vaguely German — surrounded by forest, lots of outdoor dining, music, food. I run into an old friend and we’re chatting at a picnic table.
Everyone looks up at the same time and sees a giant tidal wave (two, three hundred feet?) looming over us. They’re standing there transfixed, but not me: I start running the hell out of there to get to my hotel room, which is on the eighth floor. I remember thinking I was glad my ankle was functional again.
I make it to my room (either 846 or 856) and other people are starting to stumble in. I wonder if my friend has survived, and whether the place still has electricity. No one’s saying much.
Then I wake up.
Should we comment on this dream or relate one of our own? Egypt is on the verge of a civil war. As is Lebanon and Turkey. These are all religious wars and power struggles. Sunni against Shiite. Iran against everyone else. The poor against the rich. Are we awake yet? Because a Hard Rains Gonna Fall real soon and we’re all going to get wet.
It would seem that you sense an approaching calamity. You recognize the danger, while others do not. While others ‘stumble’ about, you think of pragmatic things. YOU intend to survive.