Out of the way

I am at work, or with people from work - minch, annaR, some others.

There is cake or something to eat. We're in a different building - I know it, and maybe I have been there in real life. It's brick, painted grey. Like a house I used to live in, or maybe a wierd part of my old primary school.

There is a ground tremor. All I notice is that my coffee moves around in the cup. There was one earlier in the day. It is very gentle and I don't quite get it. Then another, very gentle, but I finally realise what it is, and say. And then the ground starts sliding, tilting, the building is tipping. I am still there but there is nobody I can see, just looking out the window I see another bit of the building collapsing. I wonder what will happen, but things are silent. The last noise was me saying it was an earth tremor. I am sitting or lying on a bunk. I still have my coffee, but I think the window is covered up now.

I wonder if I am buried, or am going to be.