My sisters and I were attending some sort of conference, being held in a hotel in a skyscraper. We had just gotten out of a session in a conference room on the 98th floor, and wanted to go to our rooms on the 97th floor. We were waiting for an elevator. The building was swaying a fair bit, and one sister said that it must be very windy. I said that the building was supposed to have an active damping system, but it must not be working.

The elevator showed up, and it was bizarre. It was multiple stories tall, and didn’t come to a stop. The doors opened as it was passing (fairly quickly), and you were expected to get in while it was in motion. We didn’t want to do that, and the people in line behind us were getting irritated that we didn’t get in, so we decided to take the stairs. We started looking for them. About that time the building started shaking violently, and I realized that it must be a big earthquake. Either the building started to topple, or part of it sheared off, because we were thrown around and falling. I woke up just before impact.

I was at a picnic in a park. A woman’s daughter, perhaps five or six years old, fell and hit her head, and was unconscious. The woman didn’t seem the least bit concerned, despite my arguments the girl might have a brain concussion and should get medical care. She said that if I was so concerned, I could take the girl to a doctor.

I picked up the girl and headed for my car, but I couldn’t find it. The girl seemed to be getting younger, apparently as a side effect of her injury. I started walking, looking for a doctor’s office in the shopping mall near the park, but couldn’t find one. Most people ignored me. A few pointed and laughed. I tried asking several people for directions or advice, but the directions they gave didn’t lead anywhere.

The girl regained consciousness and asked where we were going. She seemed to be about three years old at this point. I kept searching and searching for a doctor. Finally I found one, and after a brief wait he ushered us into an examining room, where I put the girl on a gurney. At this point she had regresed to perhaps six months old. I thought she had fallen asleep or lost consciousness again, but the doctor found no vital signs and pronounced her dead.