armageddon and the great dream of heaven

I had a dream I died last night. I had been thinking about this idea for a play that takes place at the end of the world, Armageddon-by-meteor style. I started dreaming about the same thing. The sky was rent by a red light that got bigger and bigger, finality blossoming into destruction. I stood, looking at the sky, watching this thing come. And then it did, and I died. The sensation was that of nothingness coupled with a warm tingling, like I was made of dust, and more than anything else a feeling of great anticipation. After a few moments of this void the dream left me, and I woke up or moved on. But it was beautiful while it lasted.

background noise: “Armageddon” Alkaline Trio

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