The End?

I dreamed last night that I had traveled back in time in a small go-cart-like machine to a period in early colonial America. I was assisting in mundane preparations for some sort of rustic banquet in a town hall. Suddenly one of the other kitchen workers came into the kitchen area and exclaimed that the end of the world was coming!

We followed him into the dining hall where he pointed out a window to a black storm dropping what I assumed was tons of rain in giant gusts from the clouds only a few miles away. I tried to assure everyone that it was just a passing storm and we should all get back to work and not worry about it.

But, a few minutes later back in the kitchen area the same worker came in and exclaimed, "The sky is gone!"

I asked, "What do you mean, 'the sky is gone'?"

And he said, "It's just gone!"

So we followed him to the same bank of windows and this time in the distance I saw a modern city, which made no sense for this time period. And the city was being crushed by a wall of stone rocks and whatnot coming down from the sky. When I looked up directly overhead I saw some sort of giant machine spanning the entire sky coming down through darkened clouds.

None of this made sense. I knew that because I was from the future I would know about a calamity of this scale. I saw the machine in the sky tilt so that in the distance it made contact with the earth and began pushing up huge mounds of rock and mud. I felt the earth tremble as the shockwaves passed like earthquakes.

I ran back to the kitchen looking for my time machine and escape back into the future. But I had apparently disassembled the machine and realized there was no time to reassemble it.

I began to panic and tried to calm myself so I could think clearly and find a way to survive what seemed now clearly to be the end of the world. I decided I did not want to die inside and not knowing at least what killed me.

So I burst open the kitchen door and ran outside. I found myself in a contemporary urban neighborhood with two and three-story apartment complexes but only a few other survivors.

I yelled out, "What's happening?"

But no one seemed to hear me from the din of the storm and destruction all around.

I saw a woman in a '67 Mustang convertible with its top down that had been thrown off the road into a field. I approached her and repeated my question.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"I don't know!" she yelled back.

Then I heard a song, or rather felt a song in my mind that conveyed intention without words. It sang something like, "This is to heal you." But the word "This" was a kind of self-reference in lieu of "I" or "We", and "you" meant the entire planet, not the inhabitants (people) on it.

It was like some multi-dimensional entity had descended upon the planet, not from some other space or time, but from some other dimension entirely. So it was able to appear throughout the entire history of earth at once. And the people, like me and the woman in the car, were not even germs to it - or "this", as it seemed to call itself. The ground under my feet became pillowy and difficult to walk on, and streams of what seemed like tangled magnetic tape at first, and then becoming long tangles of human hair, like dreadlocks, came down from the sky in clumps that entangled and retrieved anyone out in the open.

I managed to evade the "dreadlocks" and started looking for cover. I could see giant fleshy wounds the size of cities opening up in the earth off in the distance. I saw a cement structure built into the side of a hill nearby with someone in it. This looked relatively secure so I made my way to it.

I managed to get inside, but only just. I saw a man with his teen daughter there who appeared to be from some future beyond my own time. But the structure was clearly not sufficient to ward off the destruction from all around and we knew we were doomed. The last thing I remember before waking up was that I wanted to take off my clothes, so I could leave the world the same way I came into it, naked.

[J.D. December 18, 2019]