California into the sea Jul 1, 2019 13:14:53 GMT
Post by Shep on Jul 1, 2019 13:14:53 GMT
California into the sea
This is California.
We are going into the sea!
California Falls into the Sea
Joe Brandt 1937 Vision
I woke up in a hospital room, pictures began to form in my mind.
I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles, but I swear it was much bigger, and buses and odd-shaped cars crowded the city streets. I found myself on Hollywood Boulevard.
There were a lot of guys my age with beards, some of them wore earrings. I noticed there was a strange quiet, there were no birds. I listened. I walked 2 blocks, no birds. I knew something was going to happen. I wondered what year it was.
The next day
I found myself back on the Boulevard. I looked up at the clock down by that big theater. It was ten minutes to four. Something is going to happen. There was a funny smell, like sulphur, like death.
It was five minutes to four on a sunny afternoon. Then, when it came, it was nothing, not nearly as hard as the earthquake we had 2 years ago. The ground shook, just an instant. People looked at each other, surprised. Then they laughed.
There was that smell again, coming up from the ocean. I got scared, the ground kept trembling. Everybody looked scared. One young lady sat down on the sidewalk saying, "earthquake, its the earthquake," over and over.
Then, when it came, how it came. Like nothing in God's world. It was like the scream of a siren, long and low. It was as if some monster was pushing up the sidewalks. You felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn't hold you anymore. I looked out at the cars. They were honking, but just kept moving. They didn't seem to know yet that anything was happening.
The shaking had started again, but this time different. It was like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw the middle of the Boulevard seem to be breaking in two. The concrete looked as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. And then a loud sound again.
And the waters kept oozing. The cries, it was awful.
I woke up. I never want to have that dream again.
It came again. People falling down, some of them hurt badly. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. Nobody could help anybody.
It was then I felt myself lifted up. I was over the city. It was tilting toward the ocean like a picnic table.
The buildings were holding. The people tried to cling to them or get inside.
It was like a building had a will of its own. Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding, the waters kept coming up.
I've never imagined what it would be like for a building to die. It gives way, some of the bigger ones began to crumble, right down to nothing. And the little ones screamed like mad.