Funny but true: We lived in California (the Bay Area) for 4 years when I was a kid. We had lots of earthquakes, but they always seemed to come overnight, and I slept through them all.
Never felt one until we moved to the Seattle area. Had one early in the morning, and my bed was shaking violently from head to foot. I growled at my sister to "knock it off" and she sleepily asked, "What?" Then we both sat bolt upright!
There have only been 3 others that scared me; one was when DH and I were home, and I think I was pregnant with DS7 at the time. There was this eery rolling sensation, wave after wave after wave. At first it sounded like a truck had run into the house, then when the waves started, DH grabbed me and pulled me into a doorway with him. GEESH, it just seemed to go on forever!
The other two occurred when I was at work downtown. I used to work in a tall building and was on the 9th floor. I had a window cube overlooking the U-District and Lake Washington and Lake Union, and all of a sudden the whole building began to shake. And I'm right next to a wall of glass! I jumped up and ran into a co-worker's cube, who was situated next to the elevator bay (supposedly the safest place in the building. I just jumped into her cube and she looked up like, "Uh... Hi. WTH are you doing?!"
Another time was when we were in a meeting, maybe 10 or 12 of us in a conference room. This was another of the big rolling ones, and the building began to sway back and forth, totally creepy! While everyone else dove under the little conference table, I flung open the door and ran toward the elevator bay again, until a friend shouted, "Duck and cover!" I stopped, then ran back into the conference room. WTH?!?!
She laughs herself silly over that one to this day.
Did you think you were in the exorcist with the bed shaking? You gotta do what now
