Let us not go to the analysis of such dreams.
For the first time in my life, I dreamt of the End of The World during the sleep period last night.
The sky was closing in on the earth. Snaps of lightning and electricity were seen from the ground. There was no distinct sound.
I was with a few people. We all were walking. We stopped to look up and the conclusion seemed to come to all of us instantaneously that this was the end.
Everyone ran off.
Were people screaming? I do not know.
The others, who appeared to be people I knew well, ran away.
This did not give me a sense of loneliness or being abandoned.
Running from the sky seemed like a pointless activity. You know the enormity of the sky, don’t ya?
I would be like an insect scurrying off looking for cover.
We were in a field.
Let’s just hang here and see how it happens.
Yet, people ran.
I took a few deep breaths and looked up and I think I may have just shrugged my shoulders. I said aloud, “Well, this appears to be the end of it all.”
There was no stress. No anxiety. No need to run.
The end was coming to everyone and that was clear.
I looked up again as the sky kept moving closer.
Grey. It was very grey.
I woke up.
There was still music with pedal steel to hear. Have a listen.
The world had not ended. I walked for ten kilometers, and all seemed just as I had left it yesterday.
Sirens wail outside along the sandy streets of St. Kilda. Last night some dude stabbed some folks on the street here.
More people died in Gaza and Ukraine overnight.
Afghanistan, Ethiopia, Iraq, Yemen, Syria, Somalia, Libya, the Central African Republic, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Myanmar, Colombia, and Mali are currently in civil wars. People were running through fields somewhere in real time.
Refugees travel from here to there looking for peace, food, and a home.
Nothing has changed.
Things keep moving.
Fast.
Trump is still trying to become President next year.
Truth is becoming harder and harder to find.
Surrealism is becoming easier to find.
The world did not end. That is not a miracle.
Life and love are a miracle.
Do some miracle work today.
Go ahead. You never know when it will be coming down.