oceantheorem | Earthquake and a reeealy weird dream

I dreamt Emily and I were still downtown, just leaving the bar, back around midnight. My brain had me really fooled. I never ever know I'm dreaming, but it did a particularly good job tonight. She and I stumbled around a bit, and after a while it dawned on me in the dream that we'd done some sort of drug, like Ketamine, and we were really, really messed up. We couldn't seem to find our way to our bikes, so we just stumbled blindly around downtown, smacking into things and falling over and lying in the streets and eventually getting ourselves into a bit of trouble with the local gangs AND the police. Although, I think my dream had the police pegged as being on the same side as the local gangs. And everyone was out to get us. We'd fall over and cry out for help and people would laugh, or push us back down as we tried to stand up. The cops harassed us. At some point I made it onto a bicycle and tried to pedal, and people actually pushed me down. At another point Emily and I were lying on the porch of a house in the metro station (WTF?) and someone actually shot at me and nicked my thigh. When I freaked out and showed the owner of the house, he leered and said he'd make the pain stop, and I tried to escape but he put this weird anaesthetic topical gel on the bullet wound that knocked me out, and when I came to I was inside and had to escape when he wasn't looking. I got up and ran outside and have no idea where Emily was at that point. I found my bike again and got on and very very very unsteadily somehow made it to the levee (see! even drugged, in a dream, I can make my way to the levee! I told you I could do it under any situation!) and tried to ride home. I came up on a group of black men doing yoga in the path and started to freak out that they would hamper my progress and possibly shoot me again, but instead they smiled at me and moved aside and put their hands on me to steady me as I passed. Somehow I got home and made it safely into my bed, away from the cops and gangs who were still trying to shoot me. I dreamed that I was in bed dreaming, and then I heard Emily's drugged voice from the living room and realized she was here, and that I was still drugged, and she came stumbling into my room and I was too drugged to talk to her, but she got into bed with me and we held each other close against the crazy mad gunshots outside the house.
And then I woke up.

I was, understandably, completely freaked out by this dream (apparently my subconscious has some serious issues to sort out here), so I stumbled to my feet, checked the time, and stumbled blearily into the kitchen for water. Upon my return to my room...

Earthquake! I was standing in the middle of my room, holding a glass of water, at about 5:27 am, and things started to clink. I knew I wasn't shaking, 'cause I wasn't touching anything and I was too tired to shake, and besides, I could hear things outside shaking too. So it wasn't just the wine bottles. I decided to turn on the computer and look it up, because I haven't felt an earthquake in a good long while (more than a year). Lo and behold, a 4.7 near San Martin at 5:27 am. Did you feel it? Make a report! Here or here or here.