I had some horrible dreams last night. I was having a party in my penthouse apartment atop the Seattle Space Needle. The wind howled and suddenly the building began to sway. Back and forth, back and forth. “Please don’t snap!” I prayed. Considering the situation unfolding, everyone stayed relatively calm. The swaying became so great, the building collided with the ground. Everything was upside down but everyone was safe and we crawled out through a shattered window into a dark wet grass. Suddenly I was aboard a ship headed to Japan. I looked out the porthole and saw two huge whales. I ran to the deck, compelled to jump into the ocean. The water pulled me down and I could see the bottom of the ship above me. The whales swam toward me and nudged me with their giant noses. I kicked my legs, trying to get to the surface. I awoke.