Current mood:

confused

Dream (fragments)
So, I had a dream about the end of the world.

I know the world is going to end soon - a gamma ray burster nearby somewhere is going to fry us. But it might be ok, if we can get to a ship that can travel faster than light, so we can outrun it.

But first, myself, some family and friends go down the pub. After a while, I get somewhat nervous - the world is probably going to end soon. I manage to persuade people that time has come to move on to the ship.

The ship is, rather unexpectedly, a church, or maybe just a church tower. There's quite a queue of us, as we walk up the spiral stairs outside, and then descend through the plushly furnished (leather seats, bookcases, decanters) interior rooms. The whole thing seems quite unstable, and rocks back and forwards like a boat if you sit down in a chair violently. Eventually everyone is aboard, and we set off.

I'm not certain, but Melvyn Bragg may be the pilot.

We make a rather uncertain start, and shortly seem to be skimming the rooftops of a city (London?) . I'm concerned about the time; shouldn't we be going into orbit? Apparently the ship can't get to orbit, so we're going to a theatre instead.

We arrive at the theatre, which is in the middle of nowhere. Everyone else goes to watch the play - I'm left outside, feeling frantic. The world begins to end.

The sky starts to melt, great red boils burning out of the angry purple bruise, Like a huge lava lamp, these boils rapidly rise, tearing the sky apart. Radiation pours down.

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???

Some sections doubtless omitted, forgotten, misremembered, invented, embroidered.

-Ed.