"Earthquake"
Hugo and I would work together on various maintenance projects. We would meet up at the apartment building, and this one particular time I was looking all over for him but could not find him. His car was there but no sign of Hugo. Finally, I went down to the basement and there he was, relieving himself in the maintenance sink, thinking no one else was around. I was going back out, but he heard me and started talking about our project as he finished.
It was then that I saw Hugo, as the owner gentleman, nearing the end of his days. He had worked as a professor at the University teaching architecture and had designed this building himself. He built it and knew every square inch of it, and I am sure had years of memories there. I wondered what his legacy would be when he was gone.
Having served his community all those years, he was kind and kept his rents moderate, as opposed to the many others around him who milked every dime out of their tenants. He had not been feeling well, and I prayed for him before dozing off to sleep that night.
The dream I had that night was just a picture, a snapshot in time. There had been an earthquake, and the top front half of Hugo’s apartment building had broken off and was lying in a heap of rubble on the ground in front of the building.
Looking to my right, I saw a man standing and looking at the damage. He was an older man, bald and somewhat heavy set. I looked more closely at him and saw that it was myself, only much older. I knew instantly, when I would get to that age, an earthquake would hit Bozeman and cause this sort of damage. No minor quake for sure.
Living in Missouri, my greatest fear was tornados. Living in Montana, my greatest fear was earthquakes.
However, after having that dream, I did not fear an earthquake anymore as the dream left me believing there would not be a severe one until I was older.