A year ago, I had a less humorous dream.
I was standing amidst a city falling into ruin as fire feel from the sky. I felt people leaving the earth, which worried me. I had no idea I was asleep, feeling the heat of the flames on my face and the dark making me cold inside. I was searching frantically, frightened. But I wasn't scared that I would die. I had an idea that I know what was going on. I thought it was the end of the world. I was searching for anyone to talk to, to explain how wonderful this is and possibly save them from hell. I found a man and began talking to him, explaining what was going on. But I never got to see if he was saved.
I was standing amidst a city falling into ruin as fire feel from the sky. I felt people leaving the earth, which worried me. I had no idea I was asleep, feeling the heat of the flames on my face and the dark making me cold inside. I was searching frantically, frightened. But I wasn't scared that I would die. I had an idea that I know what was going on. I thought it was the end of the world. I was searching for anyone to talk to, to explain how wonderful this is and possibly save them from hell. I found a man and began talking to him, explaining what was going on. But I never got to see if he was saved.
