I dreamed of the end of the world. A planetoid, or a planetoid-like object came hurtling down from the sky. It landed far from where I was standing, which was in front of our house, but everyone in the neighborhood saw it. At first there was wonderment, and then, realizing that it wasn't just a harmless heavenly phenomenon like Halley's Comet or the Aurora Borealis--that it was, in fact, a sign of the end times--wonderment instantly became panic.
We felt it connect with the ground. It sounded like the Earth was yawning, like it was waking up from a very long slumber. Sound eventually became light. From the horizon, whiteness sped and spread towards our little neighborhood, a celestial blanket. My heart was beating fast. I could hear everyone running, although to where or towards what, I do not know. For my part, I wanted to welcome the light. Finally, finally, the end. I spread my arms wide.
But the light stopped when it was right in front of my face, and I did not die, and it wasn't the end.
