This morning I dreamed that I was walking along the main road, somewhere between my flat and the gym. On one corner was a building site, an almost-finished apartment block with builders still wandering around it. A man in a hard hat was standing where the entrance would eventually be, when the building suddenly subsided into the ground. The whole ground floor went under, taking the man with it. Two more builders ran to look down the hole he'd fallen into, when the ground shook again and the first floor went down as well, taking them with it. Obviously a lot of people in the street were now panicking, but nobody seemed to actually be doing anything about it, so I called 999 on my mobile. The operator agreed to send ambulances and police (actually wouldn't you need the fire service as well, to get the men out of the hole?) but with no real sense of urgency - actually he was just chatting with me on the phone. I remember thinking aww, he's nice, but this may not be quite the time to be all friendly.