I'm standing on some sort of porch, looking out over a beach scene. Some man I don't know is standing next to me. I look towards the ocean and see a rock arch. Hey! I shout, We're in Cabo San Lucas! the man nods. I notice the Pueblo Bonito Rose next to us, except it's not pink anymore. The arch seems really close, and it's then I realize that construction workers are digging up the area to make the ocean shorter and the arch closer (and making everything muddy).
Cut to still Cabo:
I'm in some sort of residential area. It's really pretty all around, until someone yells that a series of tornados are coming through. I remember gathering all the belongings I could carry and watching the tornados tear houses apart on a screen. I go to a big room with red doors and blue walls and we hide in corners and crouch in doorways because we think the tornado can't reach us there. Right before the first one hits, I yell Get out of the open! Get into a doorway!, standard procedure for an earthquake. Two tornados roll through before I think we're safe.
