School, Meteor, and a Baby Girl

Date: 9/17/2020

I was in an online meeting with a professor and students from Temple University for an online class or something. Colin, a friend from high school, was on the meeting and said hi to me. I vaguely remember going to some kind of party at my school at night, but feeling a little awkward. I was then doing online school from home, and I was in a meeting with my Microeconomics professor and a few students when the fire alarm went off for those who were on campus. The professor dismissed us. I watched as students started leaving the meeting, and one student left his camera on and his computer in his dorm hallway. It was very dark but I watched as a group of boys left their dorm dressed in sheets to look like ghosts while others were using them as sacks to jump and have a contest to see who could get downstairs first. A janitor also went by. I continued online school from home as the fire alarm was a false alarm. However, my house looked futuristic with grey colors and sharp angles as well as big windows. I decided to drive somewhere after my classes, but I don’t remember why. I ended up driving to this area with a bridge and medium-sized buildings to make up a small city. I parked and got out of the car because the radio was talking about a meteor. I looked into the tanning sky to see a meteor going across the sky with fire blazing from it. It suddenly zipped past in the sky, seeming to lose some of its fire as a man nearby shouted “I think it’s losing power!” It crashed in the distance and I could feel the Earth shake. I figured I was fine where I was, but people starting running towards me as smoke, ash, and a red color followed them and enveloped me. We underestimated it. It came like a wall, and suddenly it was hard to breathe. I covered my mouth and began to run in slow motion. Little meteors were in the street, some larger than my head, and exploding at various times so I had to dodge them and watch as others didn’t make it. I ended up making it home (even though I looked like nothing had happened). I called my dad (who was working) to explain the situation and I almost began to cry, but he sounded disinterested. I then called my mom, who then came home but made it sound like my experience was normal and stupid. I got mad because she was more interested in the protests against the police than in the meteor and in my experience. I was then in a big dining room in my house with two boys and a girl (the one boy was my crush from high school). They were all doing schoolwork. I showed the girl a mantel that had pictures of her, but some of the pictures were of her grown up. Somehow I knew who she would become and I told her about it in a high-pitched voice as I played with her. She was precious and loved me and I loved her. Her future self was a dancer so I had her try on ballet shoes and such.