These clouds we're seeing, they're explosions in the sky
I had a really vivid and morbid dream last night. In it I was left behind on some future Earth colony on another liveable planet with a girl, except there'd been some accident on the planet which had caused the atmosphere of the planet to burn up. In about twenty-four hours, everyone on the colony would die from suffocation or from being burnt to death as the peaceful oxygen atmosphere would turn into a poisonous raging fire. We were doomed and I spent the afternoon walking around the city that would soon be no more with this girl (whoever she was). I kissed her on the forehead and she put her arm around me as we wistfully walked along the city streets both looking at the blue sky. Streaks of orange clouds swirled and screamed across the sky. Soon the sky would be all orange, and soon it would be impossible to breath. Sunset arrived but the streets were still eerily illuminated by the fires in the upper atmosphere. We walked home and went to bed realising that in the morning we'd most likely be dead. It wasn't the metaphysical aspect of death that frightened me. I feel comfortable in knowing where I'm going when I die. However, it was the pain I'd experience being burnt to death and suffocating and the realisation that I'm still young and have so much I want to do and experience before I die that terrified and depressed me. We put our heads on our pillows holding each other tightly and hoped that the fire would come when we were asleep, but sleep was the last thing on our minds as we awaited the inevitable.