End of the World

Date: 8/28/2018

I was in a story about the apocalypse. It began with a school-hosted horse race. We buried the horses who fell. There was an orchestra there playing stings with the race. I heard a bassoon solo and I wanted to run over to see who it was but we weren’t allowed to leave the spectator area. While we were digging we found perfectly fossilised forms of people who’d fell off. One of the people who’d fallen saw their own marking and laughed. There was a weird girl there who analysed the holes we dug. She said she was a writer who wrote about aliens. I thought that was stupid but I didn’t say anything. She was looking at the fossils and found a mother and her baby, fossilised and perfectly preserved. It was a bit jarring. She uncovered some of the dust to reveal a glowing panel for some sort of device beneath the ground. We realised that these were not fossils, but holograms being formed by alien devices in the earth. The settings could be changed to project a number of alien objects such as alien eggs. The girl explained to me that there was an alien civilisation living here on earth that is at war with the governing powers of earth. The time for negotiation was over and nuclear war would break out in 27 days. It was very controversial whether the aliens should be nuked or not. I started hanging out with the girl and she would tell me more about the aliens’ technology and lifestyle. She showed me this type of gun they had that shot these pellets that spun in strange ways. She was coming up with theories about what that meant about the war to come, all with an unrealistically optimistic perspective. We eventually started going out and there were interrupting scenes in the past and future. Future me was evidently old and alone. I had two ethnic servants and I think that was meant to show corruption or something. One was named Oscar and the other was something like Ana Lucia. The visions of the past were not my past but those of an old documentary on ancient and middle aged hunter-gatherer societies. The narrator had a weird Old English accent. In the present, people were starting to become careless. At one stage, the girl and I were at some sort of diner and we had a disagreement. She was crying heavily and she ran off. I was running through the streets trying to find her but I couldn’t identify her in the sea of other crying women. On every corner I turned there were women crying. It was absurd. I would open a cupboard and find a crying woman inside. They were everywhere. I passed by another man saying it was a bit sexist of the story to only show women crying and he said it was symbolising gender norms with the men chasing women with bravado while the women hide and cry. I didn’t get it. I went back to our apartment. There was a bunch of dudes standing outside. One tall guy was telling everyone a story about how he decided to become bisexual with a bunch of other people. It had gross amounts of detail and was pretty nonsensical but I think it was meant to show the decay of reason or something. In the crowd, I saw her. I wanted to tell her that if she didn’t want me to be around I’d give her some space as long as she came back soon but she wasn’t bothered anymore and we were cool. She said she wanted to travel. I asked where and she said “Germany” and the dream shifted back to the vision of the past. It was feudal Germany and it was revealed that the narrators weird accent was German. Later in English, we were analysing the script of the dream. My English teacher was unsure how to read the dialogue because it was very broken.