Monday, May 14, 2007
Dreaming of the End of the World

I had a crazy dream last night -- one in a long series I've had lately. In this last one, I dreamed that I was at my mother's house at sunset, except that it was actually late at night. An hour later, I looked at the sky and it was still sunset. A couple of hours after that (at 2 AM in the dream), my stepfather came out to look and it was still sunset. I asked him if that was normal. He said he didn't think so, but nobody had said anything about it.

Then I turned on the TV and people were talking about it. Some people said the Earth had fallen out of orbit; I realized that actually it had stopped revolving. I imagined the plates and oceans still swirling around on the surface of the planet, and the magma shifting underneath. But I knew that soon that movement would slow and stop, and then the world would die entirely.

I woke up feeling a little disconcerted. It took a while to shake that one off.

A few weeks ago I dreamed that I was trapped in a grey room -- actually, more of a featureless box -- with a friend of mine. The room was tall, 20 feet or more to the ceiling, and rectangular, about the size of a tennis court. And my friend and I were separated by a wall made of meat.

Really it was more like a membrane, but it was thick and muscular and sinewy. It sealed up against the walls perfectly; there were no gaps or spaces. I could just barely hear my friend shouting from the other side, but not well enough to figure out where he was. We found that if we pushed against the meat wall, it would bulge on the other side, and we could tell approximately where the other was. But if we did it for too long, the meat wall would tense up and push back against our hands so we couldn't find the bulge anymore. So we had to keep changing spots.

There was another dream, too, but that one isn't any of your business.
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