I was 18, I was either still in High School or had just graduated. I was on the recovering end of an emotionally troublesome year. As far as I can remember though there was nothing that previous day or evening that set this off. I dreamt of the end of the world. In my dream, the world did not end in some natural mega disaster; we did not overheat or freeze, there was no asteroid, no simultaneous global event. It was not, strictly speaking, man made, no global nuclear, biological, chemical holocaust. It wasn't, again strictly speaking, extraterristerals, not in the traditional sense of the compeletely foriegn yet somehow familiar civilization come from across the gulf of space to annihilate us with advanced weapons of war.
It was a single entity. As I remember it he was a sort of burning man. A completely malvolent force that would incinerate the people of the world, body and soul, one by one by one. Again the details are fuzzy as are any dream as time passes. I do remember that I watched him disintegrate with extreme pleasure anyone I knew and loved until there was no one left but myself. Now my mind remembers two different but horrifying ends, either this personification of complete evil then preceded to do the same to me, or he laughed in my face as he left me alone in a burnt and ashen environment to endure until my own expiration.
I awoke, I awoke in the seated position - let me clarify because this I remember with certainty. I did not awake and then sit up, I awoke sitting. However the sheets and the pillow were drenched with sweat, as was I. But what upset me the most was that I was crying. At 18, legally a grown man, I was bawling from the intensity of this dream, something that had not happened since my toddlership.
And that disturbed me most of all.
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