Two mornings ago I had my first disaster dream, a surprise that it took this long.
I was on the wing of an airplane looking at the stars, marveling at the fact that I could see a wonderful star shower. Then when we got to the island, I now was on top of the car, not in it like everyone else, still looking at the meteor shower, when one of them got too big and hit the earth, to the right of me, which I interpreted to be East of San Juan. I expected a flash and a big noise, but it didn't come, and I woke up as I wondered what this meant.