Mexico City

I dreamt last night that Mexico City collapsed into the empty subterranean lake bed beneath it, killing millions.

And I didn't dream it just once, but several times, and from several perspectives. In the final istance, I was hovering over the city in a helicopter, watching it crumble into itself, watching the dust rise.

In another, I was a woman who had jumped from a building, only to watch the ground fall away from me as I fell toward it.

In another, I was swallowed by dust almost instantly.