Almost Killed by a Volcano

I was with Jeremiah Jenne camping on a hill outside of Beijing. We hadn't brought a tent and were just in sleeping bags. Suddenly a weird taste came into my mouth and little bits of ash started falling around me. Then I heard a rumbling in the distance. Dismissing it as the omnopresent sound of construction, we continued with our conversation. Soon we noticed that rocks were falling to the ground around us. Looking up it, I saw that the mountain on which we were lying was starting to move and orange fires were visible.

Confirming that my wallet was in my pocket, I booked down the hill. Jeremiah left everything. More and more rocks were falling around us. The little town at the bottom of the hill was in a state of panic. People around us were running in every which way, but the police were also beginning to hurd people into shelters. I didn't see how the shelters would save us and was thinking that the best thing at this point would be to run all the way back to Beijing. The police were already hearding us into a building where the parking lot on the ground floor was being used as a shelter. The risk seemed obvious as the building was at least ten stories high. It was aleady starting to sway under the assault of magma rocks being hurled from the volcano.

We were in a large crowd of villagers and ordinary people. None of us were being allowed to leave and the mood of the crowd was becoming more and more frantic. I tried to get out right as the ceiling began to cave in. I realized it was too late. The building was going to collapse long before the magma flows arrived. Then I woke up.