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 conglomeratio...

I dreamed of driving a baby blue vintage convertible. I had beautiful beige roofing and classy silver detailing. I remember going down this movie-Esque road on a picture-perfect mountainside with no traffic in sight. I saw unending greenery on my left and towering boulders on my right. The scene felt amazing and surreal; I didn't feel tethered to any expectations and pressures of everyday life.  It was bliss because I felt free. I woke up drooling, not because of the luxury but because I felt light. For a couple minutes in that dream, I didn't have to carry so much.