Donuts, Earthquake, and a Tsunami

Hilary and I were on a roadtrip. We had stopped in sacramento and decided to grab a donut from this old bakery my family used to when I was a kid. There was one guy working the counter.  There were so many treats to choose from, but I got a large donut with chocolate frosting. It was delicious.  Then, the guy offended me somehow-- I think he wouldn't give me a deal for some day-old donuts or something-- and we left. As I left I told the guy that I was bummed how the customer service there had gone down the drain since when I had gone there as a kid. We were driving around, and then Hilary pulled back into the bakery parking lot. She said she had forgotten to get a coffee there. I wasn't quite sure why we had to go back there, especially since now I felt kinda bad about being so harsh to the counter guy. She started chatting with the guy, being really nice, and comes to find out that he had been an alcoholic and had developed a terminal liver disease. He turned out to be a really nice guy just doing his job. He was poor and had a family to support. Hilary said to me, "Oh dear," then turned to him and said she would give him money--all the money she had in the bank. She was gonna give him thousands of dollars to help him out, just like that! It was a really beautiful gesture that was totally unselfish. He was humbly grateful. He made her rice with lentils and carrots, an old family recipe. Somehow this act sealed the deal for her, and she could fully trust that he was a good guy. We left the bakery to go find an ATM for her to withdraw the cash.
Suddenly, there was a giant earthquake.
We were long gone from Sacramento by now, but a vision flashed before me of the old bakery. The roof had come crashing down upon the bakery guy, killing him instantly. He had never got the money. It was very tragic. The earthquake had been so large and so destructive that we were only able to enter San Francisco by helicopter. We were astonished and what we saw. Most of our city was destroyed, except for houses that were new and built with reinforcments. But everything else was reduced to rubble and dust. It was so sad and upsetting. I thought of all my friends and all of my favorite spots in the city that were most likely destroyed. And most upsetting was the thought of my own house. It had most likely fallen, with everything I valued inside of it destroyed--including my cat and my boyfriend perhaps. And sure enough, as we flew past my house it was gone. I deeply feared that Trevor was dead, so much so that I just accepted it as the truth. I was devastated and all I could do was cry uncontrollably. All around me were people in the same boat--sad at the loss of lives and houses and the city that once nurtured them. After all of the thoughts subsided in my head, I decided I should go to my house. I landed and approached it slowly, strolling up the block as if it was an aisle at a grocery store. My house was like a bag of cereal, I could open it and see the crumbles, and I could see Trevor within it. But then for reals I could hear his voice. He came out from behind a wall and hugged me. I was beyond happy to see him. I was shaking and laughing and crying and never wanted to stop hugging him. He said he hadn't been home, that he had been on his way back to SF from a little trip he had taken at the last minute. I was just so happy and relieved that he was alive. It made me realize how important he was to me. We decided to go to the beach, away from the rubble, and meditate for a moment. On the beach there were other people who had survived, some of which were our friends. We had learned that the earthquake had been a 7.0 or greater in Texan waters, but somehow it triggered earthquakes in San Francisco. Obviously logic was excluded from this dream. We were scanning the devastation and wondering what would happen when the Hayward fault in SF went off--what then? As we strolled we noticed some oddly large waves in the distance. I shouted "tidal wave!" and we scampered into the car and drove away. The earthquake had triggered a huge tsunami that had taken awhile to reach the beach. We raced to get to the highest point in the city, and we were just in time. I looked out the rear window and saw a gigantic wave crash onto the highway behind us. The water was muddy and tan and foamy and neverending. We drove up a hillside onto a plateau that had some houses on it. It was sad to see yet another natural disaster plaguing the already destroyed city. We set up camp on the plateau. For some reason I had a tent in the trunk of the car from me and Hilary's road trip, so trevor and I tried to get it set up. It was hard becasue it had been raining and the ground was wet, but we tried anyway. We were just happy to be alive and above the rushing watery ground. We would have to stay up there for a little while, but our friends were with us, and we knew that we'd be okay. Then I woke up.