Scared of course, I ran into the other room. It woke me up from my Lion King dream.
This was a year or two after the Northridge earthquake. Our house got destroyed and we were living in Northridge and moved to another house in Northridge lol.
Anyways I don’t know what to make of it. Other then possible PTSD episode while I was sleeping.
But honestly I can’t stop thinking of it. Because I can relate it to getting skitzophrenia in my sleep