I had this dream a while back but it keeps popping up in memory, and I smile.
I was in San Francisco, in the center, and then I crossed a small stream to the north and was in a rolling hilly landscape with creeks and lots of old buildings. They were mostly cathedrals with a few offices of some kind belonging to them.
The creeks were flooded, or had been flooded and the roads and buildings had become undermined
. Suddenly they all started collapsing, all around me, huge mud brick pinnacles
splattering down, right next to me, making me dodge. I never felt at risk really, just needed to take a couple of steps to avoid the next huge pile of bricks and bells and whatnot. It was as if the collapsing followed me as I moved back down to the first creek, heading back into town. The bridge
I was crossing collapsed, and I was standing in the water of the creek. One last tower spattered down into the creek and splashed me.
I love the texture and the feel of the crumbling bricks, transforming back into clay as they fell.