I am repeatedly in some area that feels like an old European town. I say this because the roads and buildings are of stone. The yards have beautiful, intricate metal work fences and are very small. I visit this place often. I am not quite sure the significance of this location.
This area is still modern though because there are modern like cars and vehicles. I am on a cobble stone road, just plain sort of like this.
The road is on what seems like a fairly sharp incline. All of the sudden shaking, shaking and more serious shaking. Everyone is running up hill, down hill, everywhere like roaches when the lights turn on. The next thing I know I am helping someone up and pulling them up off the ground. I look up I am inside the door of a huge stone building, like a church or something. It has a dark, feeling to it inside.
I close my eyes out of fear while holding the person I just saved closely in my arms. The shaking keeps going and going and I get more and more scared. The shaking finally stops. I open my eyes and I am now in a totally new location. Where am I? I can’t quite figure it out. I look around and realize I am on some sort of Ferry boat and something bad has just happened. There are so many people on this boat. No cars. So much panic.
More on the earthquakes in another article. This is just one location I am at during the earthquakes.