A Blinding Death -- DREAM JOURNAL
Dream Journal One -- Dream had some time in April, 2011 Title : A Blinding Death
It starts off, me overlooking my neighborhood from within my house, as where I usually am. Today is an exceptionally hot day out so children and adults are playing in the streets with large, fire truck sized hoses, spraying out the jets of water to cool themselves off. I stare at them playing, but I notice in the background, it seems to be my French teacher, Mr. Scott, overlooking this playing from a building porch with a look of disapproval. I ponder at this and watch him retreat back into the building. I run out of my own home, running past some people sitting on my porch steps for some reason.
I follow him into the building, and I find myself in what seems to be a tour of a space station in hall ways similar to what you see in anime; Long hallways with large windows covering a whole wall and classrooms on the other side of the wall with signs ontop of the doors, signifying which room it is. At this time, i've completely lost my teacher and he's no where to be found. Me and the tour group look outside, it seems that a large rocket has been accidentally fired off close to this tour. We are instructed to drop down onto the floor with our hands on our head to wait it out. I do so, but I still watch out the window, and the rocket explodes, and there it leaves behind what seems to be an ever growing explosion that looked like a sun, growing larger and larger but also getting hotter and hotter as it grew. It grows and heats for about one minute before turning from bright white/yellow to a dark red color and then subsiding.
With this I walk back home, taking note of all of my surroundings. I walk up to my dad's room, of course the largest bed room in the house, and I see some children playing in there. Instead of playing with them, I sit on my dad's queen sized bed and I stare directly out the window, waiting, as if I have a feeling something important is about to happen. And so it did.
After a few minutes of waiting, I see a very large, bright object descend the sky. I run to the window to get a quick glimpse of what it is, and it is what I had the ultimate fear it could be. Indeed, a gigantic asteroid, possibly the size of Texas, was heading straight for a state that was further away than where I was, because it didn't crush me. Instead, as it crashed into the earth, I yelled for the people playing in the room to get down, but they wouldn't listen. I got onto the floor and tried to hide behind some plastic crates that were in the room. And then it happens.
A blinding light comes over me, but I feel absolutely no pain. It went by so fast, the heat wave and explosion from the asteroid. I lift my head up, and I do not see the people playing inside the room I used to be in. All of my surrounding has now acquired a sort of glowy, white color. No color to be seen. I look out the window and all of the same buildings I saw before the explosion are still intact, but there was absolutely no one around. I already figure i'm dead, but it doesn't feel like heaven or hell.
I decide to walk outside and get a better view of my surroundings. Everything is still that pure white and glowey color. I get as far as the park near my house before I encounter my French teacher again. I'm not sure how I see him here while everyone is gone. He offers to show me around and explain what has happened, and I decide to go with him. He tells me that indeed, the earth has been completely obliterated by this gigantic asteroid and has killed everyone. Right at that second on everyone's death, people either had their very existence removed, not going to heaven, hell, or limbo. They are just like any dead body and has been erased from existence. He explains that right now, we are in limbo, or a place similar. People's souls that were chosen have been put in this trial stage to live their memories one last time on a make shift "ghost" earth.
As we walk around the town even more, the surroundings become more rural, or poor parts of the town. Ragged clothes hanging outside of makeshift wooden sheds with iron roofs covering it. But next door is the housing of the more rich and lucky, living in huge brick apartments. We pass by the poor areas and we notice the children sitting inside of the houses, sharpening knives and hunting spears. We get out of there as fast as we possibly can, running away from these tribal children before they kill us. To me, it seemed that they were not children, but instead demons that have come to take lost souls with them to non exsistance, having rage and grudges from their living lives.
As we run away, we happen to fall inside of a hole where it looks like my elementary school cafeteria, except covered in dirt walls, and roots hanging from the ceiling. All across the hall there are those long, rectangular lunch tables, each holding a different piece of art: sculptures, paintings, dolls, pencil drawings, and other nik-naks. We walk this hall, gazing and admiring these wonderful arts. They have the artists name next to them, and it seems like these are the graves of artists from all around, showing off their greatest piece of art. Soon though, after a long table of miniature sculptures, I found what they deemed to be my greatest piece of art. A drawing I did while I was in 9th grade that I titled "god dragon". A gigantic rainbow colored, oriental style dragon, with goats ears, deer antlers holding up a north sun, and down its back is a mane of blackness, stars and meteors, signifying space. In its right hand it holds the chains to an old fashioned pocket watch, colored in the purest of gold,signifying time control, and in it's left hand, a hammer, colored in silver and covered with clouds and a spiral pattern, signifying judgment. I wonder to myself for a moment, has god dragon forsaken me for honoring his unknown exsistance by putting myself in a plane of unknown exsistance? I sigh as I contemplate this thought for a few moments more, and then I walk away, leaving it on the stand its on.
We continue walking down the path of art, and we seem to have come to an end. Here, there is a very bright light, consisting of all colors you could ever imagine. We sit on the wooden bleachers that are in front of this light, and this too, was made by someone. I was amazed and in awe as I watched the light seem to dance and play with the darkness around it, giving it light, and lighting the faces of the people around us, who may have been ghosts like me, or just human statues. Either way it wouldn't have mattered. They would not speak a word nor blink to miss or disrupt a single action from this light.
And we watch the light for what seemed like forever, until it completely blinded our vision. Not knowing if we finally had been put to rest or become a statue like figure with the others.
Dream End.