The other night I dreamt of the end of the world. I saw my end. It was an odd way to die, compared to how I normally think I would.
The earth opened up and swallowed me. It wasn't really an earthquake. It was more like the earth just didn't want to be intact any longer. I watched police officers and horses, pedestrians, cars, houses, trees, get swallowed by this massive, black hole of shaking, violent earth. I was climbing trees and stairs, leaping from object to object, clawing my way up slabs of concrete being heaved down into that nothingness, trying to stay alive for just one more second, trying to make it just one more moment. I remember thinking of how it was going to hurt, this was going to be a painful way to die, I wasn't ready to die, I was alone, where was my family, my friends, why was this happening, why didn't it stop? I didn't want to die.
I kept trying to fling myself off objects far enough so I could fly away and save myself, but not far away enough to send myself off into the ever after of that death.
It was a strange dream.
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