Scary Dream 4/5/20

I looked up and saw the mountains in flames. The mountains came burning down as if chocolate piles being melted on a hot burner. Trees being lit up in flames burning to the ground into ashes. It felt like I was inside an ash tray; buildings burnt to the ground, mountains everywhere being crushed into burning ashes, birds being lit into flames as they fly, and people running in havoc. Worm holes appearing in the ground, swallowing wholesome parts of the city. Flames coming out of these worm holes, people falling into them, parks being eaten up and whole buildings collapsing into these fire worm holes. The ground was being crushed into pieces of sand as if an electric blender was grinding through the Earth. I ran as fast as I could and came across a group of people who's eyes were bleeding and screaming because their eyes have been dug out. Their hands to their eyes, the mouths wide open as blood was spurring out, and then they each fell to the ground one by one as if an energy or a wave hit them. They coughed out blood as they fell to the ground and a worm hole ate them up like maggots to a decomposed animal. The entire ground was melted and grounded up into sand and dirt particles, creating a wave like the beach.

There was a building made of gold and bronze (tooj and hlau in hmong) laying horizontally , floating on top of the dirt. I flew (literally flew) on top of it, riding the Earth like a surfer on a big wave at the beach. The building surfed the Earth like a log on a river. The entire world was in flames. The Earth had been grounded into small pecks, holes opening from the ground and swallowing up parts of the world. Earthquakes splitting the Earth into parts like a cookie being broken into pieces, fog and smoke everywhere and people screaming, crying, and begging for mercy. There was so much blood from the people and animals that the fog and smoke turned red, rising into the air and joining the tornado forming from the other side of the world. There were human remains floating in the dirt, bones of humans and animals floating on top of the soil. I remember thinking to myself that this is it, everything ends here, my life stops here...

I woke up. Sweat on my forehead. My phone says Sunday 4/5/20, 4:14am.

(photo credit to 1st Art Gallery and Fine Art America)