Last night we had an earthquake, little ol' Missouri. It registered 5.2.
It happened around 4:30 in the morning, and it woke my husband and myself. It seemed to last a long time. We lay in bed, feeling the house vibrating. He sleepily asks me, "Why is the house shaking?" I assumed it must be an earthquake, but that seemed absurd, so I said "I don't know." Then he replies, "Well, can you go see?"
I have to admit, I was a little scared, so I scooted closer to him, and held his hand till I fell back asleep. This morning I raced to the tv and turned on local news, and sure enough, earthquake. There seems to be minor damage around town. A few bricks fell from a bridge in the city.
The strange thing is before the quake woke me, I was having a dream about a sort of natural disaster. A giant earthworm, monster creature thing was traveling underground and pushing up buildings and highrises and generally wrecking havoc. Hmmm...