I had a dream last night. It seemed so familiar, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream like it before. I was in a time not significantly different from today: we still used cables for most things and the same adapters for the same devices. Yeah. It got that detailed. So, it seemed really realistic. Then I see outside there are all these lights in the sky, like flat panel screens floating with no backs and no edges, displaying some blue static.
Out of these screens appear air crafts that come out slowly and then fly all around. But these panels keep appearing everywhere. I can see down on the city, and there are creatures running around. I close the door. I hide. I’m up on a hill in the suburb, out in the edge of the main city.
Somehow I know what is next. So I grab my valuables and stuff them in boxes. Everyone knows what we are doing. We are closing doors, but not locking them. We are packing our valuables and hiding behind them. We strap everything down.
The world could be ending.
And as the creatures pass door after door, I know lives are ending.
My life, my world, could be ending.
What is a promise, if there is no future?
