Dreaming About The End Of The World

by Miss A.
(Finland)

There was a period when I dreamt of the ultimate destruction of the world.

Everything in this dream was brightly colored - mostly yellow, gold and bright red, and I remember feeling the heat when I woke up. After the dream I was sweaty and my heart pounced in my chest, but I felt relieved and overly purified. As If something BIG had been "destroyed."

This occurred three times at a time when sad and bad things happened in the lives of those closest to me, and in my life as well. Now I haven't seen the dream for a while, but guess the time will soon come again.

I'm not sure how the dream began. At first, I think, the news reported a huge meteor charging towards Earth and nothing could be done. I remember our family sitting quietly on our grey sofa and pictures of a gigantic flame ball scorching the TV-screen. I thought that it was pretty weird - not that the Earth was going to be destroyed, but that my two little brothers, mother and father were sitting in the same room in our childhood home, because at that time my parents had divorced and our house was sold.

I was sent away by my father to see my granny who could fix a potion of "painless death," which I knew was actually rat poison.

As I travelled in a bus through the city I saw playful flames that could not harm me or the bus and people rushing senselessly everywhere. Everything was wrecked - the shops, buildings, asphalt, sky - and it was hot.

I arrived at my granny's, though she wasn't my granny at all. She was hooded, old and wicked and gave me the toxin and she said that it serves only four people.

I headed back home just in time as the flames grew bigger and the meteor roared closer, burning everything. In our living room I made my family drink the poison and tricked them that I had already take some so they wouldn't worry.

Then a bright, white light illuminated the living room and we all gathered to hug each other and my family died peacefully feeling no pain.

At that point I'd wake up.

There has been other "purifying dreams," but not as huge as this one. On the second go I was about to dream this dream I remember saying to myself "Oh Lord, I just don't have the energy to go through this again!" and also when I dreamt the dream a third time I was so tired I thought I just can't keep up anymore.

Afterwards, I'd always feel peace and silence, a good emptiness and I knew somehow that it was for the best.

Love,
miss A, from Finland.