I’m recording this dream because I think it pertains to the adoption. I dreamt J and I lived on a farm high on a cliff. A river ran at the foot of the cliff. I was climbing the stairs on the deck at the back of the house, surrounded by our cats and dogs, when an earthquake struck. I heard it first, like a rumble far away, then felt one little shake and then another. Took a few moments for me to realize it was an earthquake I was feeling.
After the quake, I heard another sound–rushing water growing louder and louder. A huge wave (a tsunami) crashed up over the edge of the cliff, but didn’t flood our land. We were safe from the surprising destruction, but no one in the valley below us was. We ran around trying to save all these people and animals who had been blindsided by the flood.
Kind of an ominous dream.
