While growing up in Long Beach, California, I slept through all tremors and earthquakes. One night there was a pretty good shaker. My mother told us her bed was rolling around the bedroom on its castors, with her on it, horrified. I slpt through that one too. It also knocked over my older brother pigeon cage,, freeing them all.
Now, on the east coast of Spain, I feel the slightest tremors, and even sense where they originate. I am usually correct to within a mile. Go figure!