Last night I dreamed I witnessed a brutal beating. Young men stomping on each others torsos and pausing between blows to get the right angle for the most damage. I was scared and with a couple of friends who were scared too and we were trying to walk past the scene undetected. But, I started crying. Loud and prolonged sobs of just straight-up, rocked-to-my-core sadness. I grabbed the chain link fence separating me from them and cried and cried until I woke up.
It’s scenes like this, subconscious interludes initiated by real-world stimulus, that I must believe in an apocalypse. I am readying myself to endure great change within this lifetime.
I had the most vivid dream I’ve had in a really long time the other night and kind of felt the same way afterwards. I walked through a garden filled with what looked like dead people but were all made of ceramic. It seemed like such a mockery. I was simultaneously scared and insulted and woke up with a really strange feeling of anticipation.