I'm in an unfamiliar, old-looking kitchen, like from the 50's. Suddenly I have an attack of vertigo, and I fall into a crouching position with my back in a corner against a cabinet. I think it was an earthquake, then my head clears, I stand up again, and I realize that it wasn't the real earthquake, it was a premonition. A few moments later the real earthquake starts, everything begins to shake, and I have the vertigo again. My mom (somehow) picks me up and tries to carry me out of the house, but I struggle and say that I don't want to go outside the house, and scramble back to my safe place in the kitchen corner.