Survived an earthquake, died of embarrassment

So, everyone’s out here posting their "gote muh mai aa gye" earthquake survival stories… and here I am, ready to confess my deepest shame: I felt nothing. Nada. Zero seismic activity in my world. No, seriously. I felt nothing. Not a tremor, not a shake—just pure, undisturbed sleep. Now, before you judge me, let me explain. I slept at 2 AM like the responsible adult that I am (read: chronic night owl who makes terrible life choices), and the earthquake hit around 5 AM. But here’s where things take a turn for the bizarre—I did experience the earthquake… just in my dreams. And not just any dream. I was in *Paris*. Never been there, don’t know why my brain chose France of all places, but there I was, sitting in a picturesque park, admiring the Eiffel Tower like a true tourist. And what was I doing? Enjoying some fine French cuisine? Sipping espresso? Nope. I was eating *Maggi*.Because, apparently, Maggi is a global delicacy. Then—disaster strikes! My precious Maggi bowl slips from my hands. The ground starts shaking. People are screaming, running. Someone yells, “EARTHQUAKE!” Chaos ensues. I hear another person shout, “It’s coming from Pakistan!” and even in my own dream, I’m like, “Dude, we’re in France. How does that even work?” Before I can solve this international mystery, I wake up. It’s 10 AM. First thing I do? *Open Reddit.* Because obviously, priorities. That’s when I see the earthquake news. And as I sip my morning tea, it slowly dawns on me—*Huh. Funny coincidence. I also dreamed about an earthquake.* And then. The doorbell rings. It’s my neighbor, looking at me like she just saw a ghost. "Are you okay?" she asks, concerned. I, completely oblivious to what’s coming, say, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" And that’s when she drops the bombshell: The ENTIRE building evacuated last night. Except me. People were banging on my door. They rang the doorbell multiple times. They were screaming. My phone was blowing up with missed calls around six-seven from my parents, my grandparents, probably the entire extended family. And what was I doing during all this? Oh, I was just chilling in Paris. Eating Maggi. And if that wasn’t enough, my parents were *this* close to calling the police to check on me because they thought I had been buried under rubble. Now, obviously, I couldn’t just admit I slept through the whole thing like an absolute dumbass. So I did what any self-respecting person would do: *I lied.* "Oh yeah, I totally evacuated! Haha, silly me, just left my phone behind, you know how it is!" They bought it. Barely. So yeah. I unknowingly slept through a strong earthquake, multiple doorbells, people screaming, and at least a dozen phone calls. Kumbhkaran, I challenge thee. 😭 And if anyone’s wondering—yes, I am now considering shifting because I can't live it down.