Earthquake in Moscow?

I awoke to see the walls of the hotel room rippling and flexing as though made of thick beige rubber.  The floor beneath the bed   –and the bed itself–   slowly undulated as if gently jostled by a passing wave-swell.  This lasted for what seemed like thirty seconds  –in dreamtime.  Not an unpleasant experience, but somewhat unsettling.  There aren’t supposed to be earthquakes in Moscow.  If that’s all it was …

Another one of those Russian dreams.



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