I just woke up to find the couch I had fallen asleep on moving. I wasn't sure if it was still my dream, but then I heard Atari mew and run into the bathroom (sending the rug flying) and I knew it wasn't just me. It was an odd sensation, like being gently rocked back and forth, but I'm glad I was on the couch next to an internal wall with nothing to fall on me.
It wasn't very strong out near us, as it was a 4.5 level earthquake 4 nnw of Chatworth (30 miles away) (that means it was in the middle of the valley), but still strong enough to wake me and K up when it occurred at 12:58. Afterwards, when I figured any aftershocks would have been finished, I walked around the house, checking on the freaked out Atari and looking for any evidence that there actually was an earthquake, but couldn't find any - none of my figurines had moved, though the boxes near my closet seemed slightly farther away than before. But it wasn't until I turned to fox that they had a banner at the bottom of the screen mentioning it. Well, looks like sometimes it helps to have a channel devoted to senationalism.
My first earthquake. So strange.
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