So here I am in some kind of dark world that is something like downtown Cleveland (near Lakeside and E.9th, if I had to pick somewhere), and it's dark and stormy only not raining. For some reason, I know that I'm somehow about to experience 9/11 as if I went back in time and it actually happened in this place that I'm at. There are of course two buildings, only they're not quite the World Trade Center.

Knowing what's about to happen, I'm frantically looking for my dearest wife, but can't find her. Phones are dead for some reason. I'm in a big lobby area of one of the buildings that extends beneath the entire footprint of the building and has windows along the top edge (influenced I think as a cross between photos of the actual WTC lobbies and Paramtown mall). I look up at the clock. It's 8:40 am. Weird that I know the time.

A plane hits the building that I'm in and there is an enormous thunder from above. Everyone else kind of just goes about their business and shrugs it off. I'm nervous because I'm worried my wife is upstairs in the building. Then, one of my volleyball kids (who I went to see play for her high school on Saturday) comes up to me in a panic and says she can't find her parents. All of a sudden, on the other side of the giant lobby area, explosions go off one at a time, kind of like stage pyrotechnics. I throw my VB kid to the ground and jump on top of her (some how covering her entirely even though in real life she's only an inch or two shorter than me). More of the pyro goes off around us.

From there, I get our asses out of the building, and head toward the lake. I look up at the one building to see a big hole in it and for some reason the other one has all kinds of holes in it and damage. I don't know what happened to my VB kid at this point, but I'm trying to get my new phone (I bought one Friday) to get a signal so I can find my wife, but it doesn't work.

The daytime darkness continues and for some reason I can see Cedar Point from the lakeshore (interestingly enough, to the east instead of west), so I start walking in that direction.

I get there (though it's actually more of a campground), and finally hook up with Steph. My brother is also there (talked to him on the phone yesterday) and he's asking questions about some new ride.

I have no idea what all of that means, but it's the first disaster dream I've had in awhile that didn't involve nuclear holocaust. I was having some allergy issues overnight, so that was probably keeping me from getting a good night's sleep.