Although I have partially deciphered these dreams, I thought it would be interesting to share and see what insights people would be able to bring for these 3 dreams. I'm not sure if they are prophetic (obviously because I have not witnessed any of the events that occured in these dreams) but they seem to be very significant. I wrote them in reversed order because I seem to have dreamt about the end first and the beginning last.


3 Apocalyptic Dreams in 3 Consecutive Nights

The eruption ( night 3)


An atmosphere composed of smoke. If only the skies were a dim grey, what a miraculous event it would be. The last stage of my life cycle and I am forbidden to leave my own vast southern* home. The authorities just yonder would grab me hard and quick and toss me straight back from whence I came. My last resort is to stare, ceaselessly, out of this foggy narrow window and hope, even though senselessly, that a change was near the horizon. My worn wrinkled hands clenched tightly and rubbed together in front of my ample dress, releasing some of the desperation that I was now routinely a prisoner to. All of my time and energy drained by the persistent concern that hovered around these hellish circumstances. It was as though I was watching a television set, observing so many people attempting to tame a beast that was infinitely greater than any man could fathom. The flaming mountain patiently and progressively filled our corners with ash and robust dark smoke. Though it was considerably off in the distance, I was able to see them all foolishly trying to extinguish the flames that were bound to consume us all. They poisoned the earth, filling the chasm of the volcano with buckets of chemicals which they believed would hinder the acceleration of the impending eruption. I could bear no more. I hastily shut the wooden blinds and fled my home, defying the officials that guarded nearly every corner in this town. I proceeded onwards towards the volcano, knowing that these would be my final moments of life.

* I use the word southern because it appeared to be the south of the United States. In fact it could have been any country.



The Deluge (Night 2)

I stood at the precipice of some immeasurably tall mountain or cliff. The waves teased me and threatened to remove me from this peak. Nothing but ocean waters was visible to me. A man shot his head out of the violent waters and reached for me, someone I could not recognize but was sure I knew. I grabbed him quickly and dragged him out of the water. He kneeled on the narrow strip of elevated land and coughed, his head bowed down. Everything that we were accustomed to had been wiped away. Now only sky and water existed.



The Repair (Night 1)

We stood on the beams of a bridge in California, working away to repair the damaged structure. The water below us was eerily close to the traffic stretch. The road was desolate and the world seemed unusually still. The skies were bright and clear on this comfortable summer afternoon. It was ironic that in a “man’s world”* mostly young women had survived the catastrophe.

As we hammered and drilled away, one of our crew members evidently became upset. (We had all dealt with the circumstances fairly well and were optimistic despite the fact that mostly everyone we’d known was dead. Our view of the future was upbeat. The only people that were left were those who were genuinely good, we were all ruled by love for ourselves and one another. Hatred, deceit, lies and malice were all things of the past, wiped away by the oceans. ) She snapped, apparently having a nervous breakdown. **At that moment a sword fish jumped out of the water. She caught it. Oddly enough the fish was injured, severed in half but still alive. She began pushing the two halves together as if trying to “repair” the fish.** We all understood, without anything being said. Someone was bound to break down sooner or later.

I looked down and saw a red convertible racing across the bridge. Having no need for license plates anymore because of the collapse of our government the driver had taped a sign to the plates. The sign read “^%(* the S.O.S. We did this shit ourselves.” She got stopped by a male (former) traffic officer and he proceeded to write out a ticket for her. We all giggled a bit, including the woman driving the car. Poor guy obviously could not get over the past and adjust to this new way of life. She just went along with it, though.

After a few hours of hard work we began heading home. Home was a humble old apartment building, one of the few that did not have significant water damage. As I climbed the stairs, holding onto the wooden banister, one of  my “roommates” pulled down her pants  a bit and said to me “Can you believe this? Look at this!”. She exposed a red blister on her lower back, which she claimed was caused by extraterrestrials. For us, it was normal to hear of such things. I just glanced at it and continued to head upstairs.

*This was a point that one of the crew members had pointed out while working.

**Even though it may seem exceedingly odd that someone would attempt to “fix” a broken fish, it is highly significant. Human beings essentially evolved from fish and thus by trying to repair a broken fish, it may be a symbol that she wanted to repair the points in human evolution that brought about the catastrophic tidal waves.



PS. Sorry for the novel :-<

Hi, Ammo! Please, do not apologize for the novel, because it is very well written, as a real novel would be.

I also enjoyed the three dreams a lot: destruction by fire and water, mmm... They sound sort of cleansing. Did you feel any kind of relief on the last one you tell?

I hope to see more dreams of yours posted. Welcome  

Thank you

For the first two I felt alot of panic, although in the dreams I knew somehow that I was immune from any dangers. For the last one about the bridge I think I felt happier than I'd ever even been in my waking life, like I just wanted to stay in the dream.