It reminded me of the movie 2012

(I don't actually remember how that movie went, I haven't watched it since 2010) Once again, I was at work. Just a normal day, nothing super crazy is happening. I'm with my favorite coworker and we're moseying. We got news at some point during the shift that one of our other coworkers got HIV or something from our manager and they killed themselves. This was like the second time in a short span that a coworker died because of the manager. We had a small conversation about it but nothing I remember. I looked out the door to the fancy restaurant across the street, and tell my coworker to look. The front of their building is opened up like a garage door, and there's trucks that are moving things in and out. I think i even saw a car come out. I went back to moseying around for a bit, and when I looked out towards the restaurant again, there was a reporter and a bunch of workers outside. Then very suddenly, the ground gave in and all of those workers fell into this massive sinkhole that swallowed the parking lot, the workers, all the way across the street, and stopped a few feet in front of our shop. My family and I go to the old house to pack up some essentials, mostly clothes, but I also tried to grab my crossword puzzle and a book because I'll need some form of entertainment in the meantime if we're going to keep running like this. For some reason we get pretty panicked and we have to run, so I have everyone go through the backyard. It's overgrown with weeds and miscellaneous backyard plants, it's muddy. There's something propped up on the fence and I use that to hop over (with shocking skill, might I add). I clear it the first time just to see if I can, then I jump back and sit on the fence to help my sister get the kids out. For some reason, it was easier to put them both on the lid of one of those big storage bins and carry them over than doing it one at a time. Once we're in the walkway between yards, I see my dog Cannon in the yard across from us. He had been outside for a long time, so he was dirty and he had poop on his head. I still tried to pet him though, but mostly grabbed his face and scratched below his ears. I told him that I was sorry that we had to leave him behind in all this and I genuinely felt so bad about it. Then we headed off. We made it somewhere else and my sister was stagnant. She got super distracted by her phone and was moseying about, and I was fussing at her to come on because we didn't have time for this. We were at a different house, I think it was a birthday party. No one was in a rush, I don't even think they know what was happening because they were having a good time. I kept looking at the ground, looking at the sky, I felt like anything could happen at any second. I'm not sure if maybe a cloud was just passing overhead, but the light went a little dim and I got really nervous.