Dreamt that J and I were in Japan and that a major California quake was sending a truly staggering tidal wave towards the Orient. I was skeptical about the size of said quake, remembering the "tsunami's coming!" events on THIS side of the Pacific, in which Japanese quakes presented us with waves that must have been, oh, two or three inches at least. Even so, I decided to stick to higher ground for the event. Yvonne and Galen showed up somewhere in there, and they were unconvinced that it was going to be impressive, so they jumped the barricades (the barricades were guarded by a nice Japanese businessman who was too shy to actually stop anyone from going down to sea level) and joined a crowd of people down by the water. Said crowd, I noticed, was entirely composed of white people; all the locals were wisely sticking to higher ground.
Somehow J and I were separated and in looking for her I somehow wandered away from the citended up in a rural area reminiscent of Mendocino county. Then I heard the tsunami coming and I took a shortcut back to the city, just in time to see the wave slosh in about waist deep. It knocked Galen and Yvonne down; they seemed to be having a good time. Found J again. Woke up.