I woke up in cold sweat today. I really hope of all dreams this one does NOT come true. This was one of the few dreams that woke me up on the edge of my bed, in cold sweat, at 4:41 am to boot.
It started with my family living on the sixth floor of some high rise apartment complex. The day was September 11 and many years after the terrorist attacks on WTC. We were playing some board game, surprising given my family’s addiction to technology. In the corner of my eye I saw a silhouette of a plane heading for a nearby building. I stood up and got everyone’s attention just as the crash was heard. “Not again” I told myself. Before I could do anything the building rumbles and I realized our building was hit as well. I fell to the floor and covered my head hoping and praying to survive through this. Our floor was the last one that survived. Floors seven and up have collapsed under the weight of the rubble. My brother Mark went on the internet and figured out that this was apparently the work of an angry goddess Vishnu( I realize Vishnu is a male god, but in my dream it was specifically said it was a goddess, maybe that’s what was pissing him off so much). We checked the internet on how to deal with it, and the only thing we got out of it was to always be ready. Vishnu was able to create anything and to be ready to think on your feet. If anything seems out of the ordinary, take action. “Easy for them to say” I thought immediately. We stayed awake for a few days straight, looking out for anything and nothing at all. The first day nothing really happened, we had a crew come in and try to fix the building. I opened the door, but they had a blank stare on their faces and would not acknowledge me. I closed the door and told my family not to open until they were gone. This must have been the first trial. I figured this was like the plagues from the bible, that they would come in a sequence and once Vishnu decides we suffered enough he would stop. I was right about the workers, they started to kill anyone who opened their door and tried to talk to them. We were lucky enough to make it through. Most of the inhabitants of our building died that day. Following that we haven’t left our apartment. We were running low on supplies, but the situation on the streets just kept getting worse. Some kind of crab/lobster monsters were now out and about killing anyone they could see. I figured we always had a lot of food, we could make it on the supplies we have. I was in the kitchen when I saw my cat acting strangely. He actually caught something? That’s not normal. FUCK. I get the thing from his mouth and throw it out the kitchen window immediately, it explodes before it hit the ground. I break down crying, because I know that this was not a temporary thing. This was the end. This was how the world would end.
I woke up in cold sweat tonight, hoping this one doesn’t come through, not because of fear of death, but because I woke up before I saw how it ends. If this does happen I won’t have any answers, any way to deal with it. I don’t want this one to come true.