I'm in a park or something, in a residential neighborhood of what seems to be a mini-Portland, at night. Looking up in the sky, I see a streak of unusual lighting - rather than being forked, it is made of a sequence of curved lines, like a tire track moving up the sky. An airplane crosses the line of lightning, immediately dives and crashes into the neighborhood.

Something very bad is happening! We need to run! We run through the neighborhood down to the river, where we are about to cross the Marquam bridge, but I stop us. If we take that bridge, we will be totally exposed; anybody could see us from anywhere, and the lightning could strike us. We need to take a different bridge, one of the metal ones, where we can run through on a lower, enclosed level.

So, we go north to the next bridge, where we run into my sister Petra who is doing a brisk business selling lemonade. It's a rush to pour the cups, but there's a huge line and I think it'll be good to have the cash on hand. I'm hurrying as much as I can, pouring and piling cups while Petra handles the money.

Does anyone have a radio? There are probably news reports about what is going on - at least the plane crash should have made the news by now.