I just dreamt about the end of the world. It was really cinematic and had a cast of characters, none of them me but at times I was each of the characters. It had a series of time jumps and stories playing out about their lives before the finale which was in the future where there were millions of satellites in the night’s sky. They were all different colours and shapes and clusters and zipped by closer than felt comfortable. Then they’d found a way to project a reflection of the earth in the sky so you could see all of the countries, and did a presentation on them which felt like a “thank you for your time here on earth, humans” where they showcased humanity over the years from every walk of life. It was all very impressive but it also felt very “big corporation” which felt fitting for where we’re headed.

Then during a random moment of conversation with one of the aged characters, one of the only remaining original ones who hadn’t died off, the waves came. The first was large enough to know it was about to be the end. Then right after it the character was floating and could see the second world ender coming, gasped and then lights out and I woke up.

I haven’t even talked about the story of her life or her late husband’s life which was its own thing. There was sadness, redemption, fame, failure, regret and wrestling. And randomly, a pool of hippos which was under their huge warehouse where they lived. You could get to it from under their bed. Weird.

Anyway I just kinda wanted to journal this because it was kind of epic. It even had side characters who felt like they had their own journies over the time jumps, or had their own troubles which were suddenly gone and seemed trivial but also not trivial at the time, but were just the past after the time jumps and those characters had passed.