There was an iceberg poking its tip through the wood floor of our living room right under our square coffee table. It was cold and drafts of frigid air were rushing in the space between our floorboards and the icy water below and leaking in. We kept a heavy wool blanket over the iceberg tip and lifted it only to show friends the spectacle.
A friend came over with a small dog. The dog and I communicated.
Then everyone went outside and down a short slope to the basement, an edge of which was sticking out the side of the hill, with glass walls that overlooked the distant mountains. We were going to hide here, except I wanted to see what exactly was going to happen. I stepped outside by the house and looked into the distance. The sun had just set and the sky was peachy. A jet flew overhead and it seemed as though to be making arc and aiming to dive right into a nearby mountainside. I focused my eyes on it and saw it was a missile? It disappeared into the trees and then a great grey ball bulged up from that spot the missile had landed and grew with great speed and I knew it would soon overtake our mountain as well. I went back into the basement with everyone and hid.
