Truly. Deeply. Madly

I had a dream last night that half of Detroit fell into the river. People were thronged on the waterfront in huge crowds for some reason, and half of them were up on the ice when all at once, it gave way. Thousands of them were washed out into the water, as the ice broke up and disappeared faster than if it had been dropped into scalding coffee. Confettii people scattered thick and dense across the murky, dark water, and no rescue in sight.

In the dream, I was watching it on the news, and searching frantically for my phone or computer, while I tried to remember everyone I needed to contact from that area. My heart was pounding in anxious near-panic, even though I was entirely safe. It felt like the End as we Know It, or one of the first steps toward it. Like the attack on the Towers in NYC, it felt like a 'this will change everything' moment, and all I could think about were Ruth and Josh and whether they were amoung those confettii people on the icy water.

Do. Not. Want!

So I'll make it plainly known here: dramatic seismic activity on the northern end of Lake Eerie is NOT ALLOWED! No lake tsunamis, okay!
Okay.

Quick; if you've got a Tarot deck to hand, cut it one third from top, and draw me a card. *Or a playing card, or futhark, or oogham rune, or an IChing hexagram, or whatever you keep to hand.*
Tell me what it is in the comments, please, but don't read any replies of what other people drew until you've drawn a card yourself, please.

Not looking for a full reading, or hunting anything in particular, really; call it rather a meta-social experiment. I'd like to see what kind of consistency of resonance appears in the answers. And, too, I'm vaguely curious what kind of signal might appear out of the noise.

Cheers!