I had a rather strange dream. One where I’m about to die, but before I do, I seemingly witness the end of the world as we know it.
I’m walking on a cobblestone street in the dead of the night. Street lamps glisten wetly off the stones of old buildings as they made clear to announce the echo of my footfalls to all who cared to listen. At first I think this was set in an old English town circa 1800’s, but no these were modern times, only an old village somewhere in Europe. I can smell the salty air of a sea nearby.
But none of this mattered for I was having heart problems. But much more serious than any time before, this was serious. I had the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was going to die. My heart began to beat out of control as if a little drummer boy had gone crazy with his sticks. I looked down on my shirt in the light of a city night and I could visibly see it pounding against tissue and bone. Fast fast fast fast stop… fast slow fast slow fast slow.
A thought occurred to me that I should find some medicine. I hadn’t any idea where to get some, but hurriedly made my way to a nearby neighborhood. I saw a house, seemingly empty, and broke through it’s back door. A dog began to bark and when I found it near the upstairs bathroom, it was asleep. It had probably been dreaming, much as I was. I quickly found the medicine cabinet behind the mirror in the bathroom and grabbed the bottle that I needed. I up-ended it’s contents and flushed it down with some water.
Just as I began to swallow, an enormous tremor shook the Earth herself and sent me sailing through the window. I landed hard on the grass and quickly recuperated. I looked towards the starry night and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Multi-colored patterns were seemingly cloaking the atmosphere with bright pin-points of lights, like bursting stars. What is this? I thought in my dream, perplexed. I made note that my heart problems were gone, and that I was now running towards the sea, along with everyone else from the town.
The patterns in the sky were colored similarly to the Northern Lights, but they were not ribbons of electrical discharge. They were something far more beautiful in what I could not explain.
I soon noticed that my father was running next to me. I had only seen him run twice in my entire life. “Dad! What’s going on? Why are we running towards the Sea?”
“I don’t know son, I think we’re about to find about though.” As he finished saying those words we reached the shore. My eyes were glued to the horizon.
The sea was calm, not a single wave broke it’s waters. It was like a polished mirror, and it reflected the galaxy. I could see every star and every planet that we know and didn’t know of on the horizon. And they were coming towards us. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The multi-colored lights were intensifying and the bursts of light were getting brighter. Suddenly, I was weightless, floating with the others. The others were screaming, and I was laughing. I couldn’t find my father, nor anyone else I knew. Slowly I began to forget about everything else and I just stared towards our galaxy converging in on me. I saw Mars, in it’s entirety. It’s hills and valleys and craters. I turned to my right and I could see the Sun. It was gigantic and rather dimmer than I had remembered. I could see the plasma radiation surging out of it in waves and it developed dark spots very quickly, as if taken over by some cancer. It was also growing larger by the second, and I had the sinking feeling that we were traveling towards it. Everything was, the planets and the rest of our galaxy. Or were we headed towards the center of our galaxy? The thought of a black hole drifted across my mind.
Then everything exploded in techni-color and smells I had never smelled before. Bright light soon engulfed me as everything was ripped apart. I laughed with glee.
I awoke immediately to find Patches looking at me intently. She seemed to know what had happened. And. . . she almost seemed to smile.
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