The Time I Watched Tsunamis Roll In But Couldn't Find the Cat

Last night I dreamt that it was a dark and stormy night. My roommate and I were down in the basement but the basement was leaking, so we took the cat up to the small skylight/sunroom on the roof. He immediately disappeared among the boxes and old toys that the house owners store up there.

When we got to the top of the steep stair-ladder, two things happened. Dawn started to break, so I could see that my house was a few streets away from the ocean, and the rain went from heavy to torrential.

We heard a rumbling, and the ocean drew back. Next a huge wave rose above the roof level of our house and broke a few houses away from us. The remains of the wave washed up the street, coming just to my waist height outside the sunroom, and leaking a bit in the windows. My roommate and I stared at each other with wide eyes. A larger wave broke even closer to the house and washed up at the middle of the windows. Water poured in around the windows, over the benches, and down the stairwell.

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"If the next wave breaks on this skylight," I yelled to my roommate, "it'll shatter the windows!"

"Should we go down, then?" my roommate yelled back, holding onto the railing next to the stairwell.

"I don't know! Maybe we're safer up here. Maybe the owner and her family should come up here with us."

Another wave obscured the horizon. "Oh, God, help us!" I prayed. "And where's the cat?" I panicked about the cat as the wave cast its shadow over the house, and then I woke up.