Dreaming of the end of the world
Monday, 18 May 2009
I open my eyes and it’s bright. Light streams in through a large window. I am laying in bed. The sheets and blankets are a light grey. Everything else is white. The walls are of cinder block construction and painted white. I climb from bed and am drawn to the window. There is no glass, only a light grey painted wooden window frame. The same color as the sheets. I look to the sky and see an explosion of violet and fuchsia clouds. There is no sign of a sun. Only the clouds. And they are moving very fast. Not unlike clouds captured in a time laps film seen on the Discovery channel. These clouds are moving faster than is natural.
And then I am standing outside the room. Although I cannot recall leaving the room I sense it is behind me. I am staring up at the violet and fuchsia clouds as they rush through the sky to an unseen point. An unseen horizon. And then I hear the screaming. Wailing. Shrieking. Both men and women crying out in agony, in fear and in the hopeless realization that the world is ending. There are a few scattered palm trees. The ground I am standing on rises in a gentle grade to my right and there is a road or street there. And I see people running. Running in the direction of the clouds. Pushing other people out of the way in a mad frenzy. Some of the people have stopped, fallen or collapsed. They lie on the ground, some silent and some wailing and moaning. I do not feel afraid. I only KNOW. And I marvel at the beauty in the sky. This impossibly fast moving sky that has seemed to suck all the color from everything else. The people, the palm trees, the earth. Everything but the sky is a varied shade of grey.
This is what it looks like when the world ends.
And then I wake up.
No. 1 — May 19th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
well, at least it’s pretty.
No. 2 — June 4th, 2009 at 12:48 pm
Echoes a dream a had a few years ago, minus the lightning that was frying people as they ran for cover.
Makes you wonder what it would be like, when/if it ever happens…