As we were settling in for the evening I saw "earthquake" and Japan in my Twitter feed.
My emergency alert antennae were activated and I immediately turned CNN on and was floored.
Not only was the earthquake reported at EIGHT POINT NINE off the coast of Honshu, but I was watching near live footage of a tsunami flooding the island like some horror movie.
I was literally watching lives being lost and the destruction made me nauseous but I was so captivated I couldn't turn away either.
I watched Twitter and CNN and Facebook and the NYTimes website all night, I couldn't sleep.
Then when I did, I was a top a hotel in San Diego.
The kids were swimming in the ocean and I was watching them from the roof.
Then the earth shook, the hotel shook.
Like when you swirl wine in a glass.
The ocean turned into a tsunami and I watched the kids taken inland with the rush of water.
The hotel I was on collapsed and I am sure I was going to die.
I landed inside the hotel restaurant where I saw my brother playing poker.
I was frantic searching and looking and crying and shrieking for my kids.
I don't remember seeing my husband there, but I heard his voice.
I found a pool where there were people who were rescued, but my children were not there.
I felt empty and alone.
Then I woke to K giggling and my son singing, "one more day to my birthday, one more day to my birthday!"
Then I heard the SLAM of the bathroom door as my oldest does best.
Everyone was okay.
My husband snoring softly beside me.
It was 6am.
I remember the dream so vividly and was so depressed.
Yet so incredibly happy it was only that. A dream.
The Japan quake and tsunami not a dream.
News back on, Twitter feed rolling.
Warnings for Hawaii and the West Coast.
We are safe.
Though so many are not.
Bad dreams suck, but real life sometimes sucks more.