Another dream

I had this dream two days ago and kept forgetting to write it down until now: 

I'm standing in what seems like a downtown district, in front of a dilapidated high rise that looks like it had survived an earthquake-- leaning, broken, bent awkwardly and some charring. I asked JT, my old security boss where I worked, in a high rise, if it was a secure location. He promised it was very safe. As I took one last look at the roof line, it started to fall and I yelled "run!" And Rich and Dano and me run. Then I remembered my mother was in the area-- I look back and don't see her, just the building collapsing fast. I assume she got away. After it crashed and the dust settled, my dad showed up with Uncle Bob. I asked dad how mom was and he paused then said, "her middle age will never be the same again." I asked what he meant? He said it was over and I asked what he meant? I asked if she was dead. He nodded yes with a tear in his red eye. I heard Bobby talking about it but I couldn’t see him. I felt terrible. I should have went back and got her out of there. I feel like I could have saved her but didn't even try.

Had this dream last night and remembered it vividly as I woke. As the day wore on it faded pretty fast until sometime after lunch, about 1:00 it came back to me so I wrote it down on a piece of paper with big fat work pencil: I think I'm with a child, perhaps Christopher or Mathew and shopping in a small store-- book store or convenient store when I hear a man tell the clerk that he's a novelist. I'm skeptical. He's got a little Jacques Cousteau mustache and wears a plaid blazer and one of those 1920 style hats. I end up talking to him and he gives me his information so I can check him out.