We are directing traffic and supervising as people are driving large vehicles through town on their way out
We are at a intersection down by the water when the water starts receding, so we get ready for the water that's about to come in by climbing onto some scaffolding on the main street outside a brick shop-front that's being fixed/restored
The water starts to rush in and we encourage someone to climb up with us on the scaffolding to which they reply that they will just stay down in the water for a minute
"It'll recede quickly" they say to us, to which we educate them that it won't, it will actually stay up for some time before receding
The water comes in and recedes quickly, just as they said it would
We climb down from the scaffolding into the main street confused
Then we notice the water has receded right out to sea and the shore/harbour/bay is empty. No water
"It wasn't the big one" one of my other friends says and we are overwhelmed by a strange, ominous and creepy feeling
Not just a mental panicked type of feeling, this was a physical feeling of foreboding, like the air had been sucked out along with the water from the harbour. Like a darkness or stillness had descended upon us
"CLIMB" I yell at my friends, who actually needed no instruction to do so, as they both began climbing the front of the building as quickly as I did
I felt amazed at how quickly and deftly we all climbed up the old wrought-iron security around the windows, grabbing into a railing of a balcony and then higher to a second floor. As if we were doing it with abnormal "life or death" type of ability for men such as us
The building was at least 2 storeys high but I got the feeling it wasn't enough
We jump from the first building across to a second building then across to a 3rd
The perspective of the person I'm looking from changes as the brick building starts to crumble beneath them
Then I'm somebody else, somewhere else
There is a castle near the shoreline and we are talking about going to the castle to protect ourselves
But we see the waves crashing in behind the castle and they are huge. We realise the castle won't protect us from what's coming in
Then I'm someone in a private jet, alongside a man in a military officers uniform and we are taking off as quickly as the jet can land and pick us up
The wheels from the jet plough through the start of the tidal-wave as we are taking off
I can feel the jet slow down as the water hits the wheels, like when a car drives into water, it slows us down enough to freak out everyone onboard, but not enough to stop us from taking off
We barely manage to pull the nose up out of the incoming water, then accelerate enough to lift the back wheels
In the process, we barely clear the walls of the castle I saw earlier, which actually more resembles a prison
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