By Zaren Hormuzdiar
I once woke up and seriously thought that an asteroid was going to hit the earth for a good 20 minutes. I just sat there contemplating life and the fact that I was going to die in a week. Empty. It wasn’t until I started to think about where I first heard the news that I realized I wasn’t.
It was an inexplicable phenomena. I asked my mom about it later and she said that apparently we are always dreaming but sometimes we just don’t remember it, meaning that in a dream I dreamt that an asteroid was going to hit the Earth.
It was a harrowing experience. I find that almost all my dreams are about the end of the world.
There was another dream I had. It was a normal dream, something about girls, something about family. It was a long dream, almost as if I lived out an entire second life in my dream. Hours passed, and then randomly as I sat at a cafe, I looked up to see chaos. People running- away, from a plane flying with a spec falling from it. And then an all too familiar mushroom cloud. In seconds the entire dream ended, and I woke up shaking. Powerless, is the only word to describe it. I can only imagine the horrors the people in Hiroshima and Nagasaki faced.
This dream messed with me. I felt that it was a premonition. Every time for weeks that I heard an airplane pass I felt that it was going to drop a nuke on me.
One day while talking to my younger brother, a plane passed overhead and I lost my train of thought. He casually asked what was up and I explained my dream to him. And it turned out that he had had the same one, not once but twice. He painted the picture, we were on a mountain in a cabin, I was sitting in front of him. He saw the nuke in the distance. It’s weird hearing your brother describing watching you die. Being evaporated in front of his eyes. How you can be doing one thing in one second and then not in the other?
Well … that’s all the time I have, thanks for reading!
