I do recall hanging onto both sides of my bed, praying that I wouldn't get tossed out. When the shaking stopped I heard my next door neighbor scream "Gas leak! Gas leak! Everybody out! The building's going to blow! Get out! Get out!"
He later apologized and said that the quake had awakened him from a strange dream.
What's really hard to imagine is that you returned to your job on the 22nd floor in a building on Olive St.
"What were you... nuts?!"
The building was safe - on springs. The swaying up there (I had a window office) was really different than the liquifaction on the west side.
We were closed for the MLK holiday but I recall our boss chewing us out for not coming in and checking that everything was ok. Coming in over a freeway that had overpasses down. Now HE was nuts ;-)