It wasn't so much a dream but a nightmare.
I was in a hilly touristy town with very old
brick buildings. I remember looking out at a
large scarp made up of cracked layers of rock.
I could see pieces of rock falling out of the
scrap, as if they were very loosened bricks.
This happened over and over again.
I was with a guy who seemed to own the house I
was in, across from the scrap, but who didn't
think too much about what I was seeing. I was
worried because I felt the house was built on
the same sort of foundation.
I then saw in another location, which seemed
to be behind the house but close to where I
was, an entire group of older buildings slide
down the sleep terrain, along with a lot of
mud. There was at least one person I saw,
maybe more, as I can't remember, in the
buildings which seemed to stay intact during
the slide.
After the buildings disappeared down the hill,
a muddy cliff seemed to support the remaining
buildings. Doors that used to have back
yards, terraces, patios, opened to a muddy
cliff. One woman who seemed drunk was
determined to get out of her building, walked
out of a door, looked, went anyway, and fell
down the muddy cliff but managed to make her
way back up.
Then I saw a guy on a motorcycle, seemingly
oblivious that there was no longer a road that
used to be there, speed by, down the muddy
path the homes had slid and miraculously
stayed upright, but with muddy water up to his
head, all the way to the bottom of the steep
hill.
Lastly I remember people seemingly not
panicking, but I was, and I just wanted to get
away from there.
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