I had this dream in the morning of December 26th, 2004, hours after the disaster, but before we heard about it. I live in the Netherlands. The dream looks like it could have played in real time. It feels more like a remote viewing than a precognitive dream.
We have been traveling, arrive somewhere. Most people have gotten out, and are standing on the street waiting. It looks like we are stranded here. I'm standing on the roof of a kind of coach (the transportation we arrived with), looking at the situation from some distance. The next moment I'm standing on the street, next to the coach or bus. It looks Asian here, and it is crowded with people. I'm now standing at the pavement. Somebody tells me that it is dangerous here, although I don't feel uneasy myself at all.
We have been sent into a building with a large cellar. A long row of people is walking down a lane down into the cellars. I'm walking next to B (friend from Indonesian origin). The lane splits, and B disappears on the other lane. I call out to him a few times, but no response.
At the deepest level the lane runs into a dead end. The corridor is full with people. I see thin matrasses lying. I pass them on to the others. The people around me look nice. Good company. I assume we will spend the night here, and see again tomorrow.