Prayed for religion.
I had a dream that the world was ending. I don't know what that's supposed to say about my psyche. All I know is that this particular dream felt so real. The sequence of events that transpired felt true to the world we have right now. My consciousness starts off with seeing a small orb in the sky; after I would say about thirty seconds, it implodes into a moon-like object; seventy percent of the sky looked like terrain; I vividly remember its craters; it truly looked as though it was a projection of our moon through a magnifying telescope. It was beautiful.
Despite the ordeal, not a single person was in a panic. Everyone was calm, living life as is. Unbothered by events that may/were to unfold.
I had a conversation with a familiar yet estranged person in my dream; we talked about how 'it's only going be a couple more hours.' I knew exactly what that meant; we were going to die. The scene then skips to the part where this conglomeration of lightly lit dirt is about to wreak havoc on our world. I was lying in a fetal position, scared to the deepest part of my soul. Even though everyone around me accepted their doom, I didn't want to die. I wondered about a greater power. I hoped for a chance to live on, maybe not physically but elsewhere. I prayed for religion. At this point, I completely lost track of the fact that I was in a dream. The dream completely enveloped my senses. I remember counting to ten slowly as bright light took over. I felt death in that dream. After I 'died,' I suddenly realized I was dreaming and woke up. This feeling of transitioning from pseudo-death to dreaming was unexplainable; there were sudden shifts in confusion, fear, relief, and sadness. Every emotion you can possibly feel except joy.