A very strange dream

Jul 27, 2006 13:43

Ok, my dreams may not be as strange as ursalav's, but still, this one was pretty good.



In my dream, I was in a dark, indoor place. It was almost oppressively dark- the other side of the room couldn't be seen, and there were other people there, moving about, but all I had was the fact of the motion, not the people.

I knew that the universe was coming to an end.

I knew that God (non-specific) had withdrawn from Creation, and that without God to act as a supporter/renewer, it was all going to fade and just be gone. This was very obviously stolen from the Lucifer graphic novels. So there I was, in a room with fading light and stark wooden furniture, and I was afraid to go to sleep. It felt different from knowing you were going to die. This was knowing that, if I fell asleep, I would never wake up, because the universe would end while I was asleep. It wasn't even a "I don't want to sleep because then I'll miss it." It was just a fear of the fact that the sleep would be permanent. I guess if I had been dying I could think about the friends who would live on, but this was knowledge of a total cessation of everything.

Eventually, I fell asleep.

I woke up and I was outside. There was sun (not too bright) and I was on grass. God had changed Its mind and returned, and so the universe didn't have to end. I don't know how I knew that that was what had happened- I don't think I spoke with or interacted with anyone else through the whole dream. But I knew that upon waking. Perhaps I just infered it by the fact that I had awakened. I was deeply relieved, and then my cell phone alarm went off.

The room I was afraid to sleep in had, strangely, the feeling of being a bar or something... now, on reflection, I wonder if it was a restaurant so my mind could take the quote from Death in "Dream Country": "When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights, and lock the universe behind me as I leave."

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