The other night, I had this crazy dream that I can remember vividly. This is because of what I felt when I woke up. This is not the first time I've had an "end of the world dream." But certainly, the strangest.
My mind's view of chaos was happening. Cars and trucks were full of people and we were all traveling on a one way dirt road in a hurry to get away from something. I'm not sure what the something is, this is as close to the beginning of the dream as I remember. People were in random cars and jumping into backs of trucks from off the road. I wasn't with my family, but I knew that everyone close to me was together. For some reason, I was separate. I arrived alone to a big house, where my only communication to them (a cell phone) decided it would dismantle itself and throw itself into water. I managed to save it somehow, but I had low battery to begin with so I lost communication with my loved ones. I knew they were all together and it did put my heart at ease. Alone, I made my way to a big glass structure high up in the sky where I saw others. I didn't get negative vibes from these people, but I was still thinking about my family. I knew what was going on with them, where they were, what they were doing, and what they were seeing, but I wasn't with them. All of the people I was with were looking out at the sky. The glass structure we were in was like a giant dome. Clouds and stars were pretty close to us. Shockingly, the clouds formed a giant column like cloud and all of the stars seemed to be "sucked" toward the new formation. I remember shouting, "isn't that mount Vesuvius!" and someone else told me that it was the "epitome of evil." someone or something then appeared in the place we were with a bucket with syringes and clear liquid. We were told we had to find our own and inject ourselves immediately. I don't remember having control at this point, to choose if I wanted to or now, and I don't remember how I felt about it. All I know is that on mine, the syringe had a lot of significant things on it about my life. The number 44, which I see a lot, a picture of me with my eyes closed and sunlight on my face, and a couple other details I don't remember. I injected myself.