Tsunami on the Brain

I dreamed last night that I emerged from the subway to find a Mt. Saint Helens like disaster area. Everything was covered in ash and buildings were blown apart. Tsunami on the brain I'm afraid. If the NY Times pictures weren't enough I received this incredible email from my Aunt and Uncle yesterday:

We are safe.  We were staying at a beach in the south called Dickwella, not far from Galle, which you have seen photos of on the news.  the morning of the 26th we took a walk on the beach at 7:30 and I had a swim.  We ate breakfast, packed our bags, and checked out of the hotel having no idea what was about to happen.  We left 15 minutes before the first wave hit and took out the beachside room we were staying in.  I guess you could say that we cut it close!  luck and happenstance with some thanks to God.

Unbelievable.