Once we were heroes, everything has changed since then.
It is commonplace for me to have strange dreams when I sleep, but the dream I had last night was unlike any I have ever had before.
It was a dream of the end of the world, hell's fires racing across the surface of the earth, consuming and destroying everything. People, cities, nothing was safe - huge oceans were boiled to nothing more than enormous clouds of steam. The world became charred and black: a smoking, burnt ball of rock. Nothing more. In this dream, I walked the landscapes, seeing the ashen remains of cities and the skies boiling black with the thick smoke rising from the ruins.
In the distance, I saw a cross, the size of a skyscraper, or possibly larger.
A line of people thousands of miles long, both young and old, stretched all the way in the distance. The queue lead to a set of stairs, carved into the rock of a cliff. One by one, people climbed the cliff and stood in front of the giant cross. An invisble voice would speak, shaking the earth, as it judged how the person had lived their life. Those who were good dissapeared in a gentle glow of white light. Those who were badly judged were thrown from the cliff by some invisible force, to a sulphorous burning pit below. Then it hit me - these people were being judged by God. This was the so-called "Final Judgement".
And then it was over.
It's not often a dream can scare me, but that one did. The only other time a dream has disturbed me to this magnitude was a similar dream about nuclear war, that I had a few years back.
It was a dream of the end of the world, hell's fires racing across the surface of the earth, consuming and destroying everything. People, cities, nothing was safe - huge oceans were boiled to nothing more than enormous clouds of steam. The world became charred and black: a smoking, burnt ball of rock. Nothing more. In this dream, I walked the landscapes, seeing the ashen remains of cities and the skies boiling black with the thick smoke rising from the ruins.
In the distance, I saw a cross, the size of a skyscraper, or possibly larger.
A line of people thousands of miles long, both young and old, stretched all the way in the distance. The queue lead to a set of stairs, carved into the rock of a cliff. One by one, people climbed the cliff and stood in front of the giant cross. An invisble voice would speak, shaking the earth, as it judged how the person had lived their life. Those who were good dissapeared in a gentle glow of white light. Those who were badly judged were thrown from the cliff by some invisible force, to a sulphorous burning pit below. Then it hit me - these people were being judged by God. This was the so-called "Final Judgement".
And then it was over.
It's not often a dream can scare me, but that one did. The only other time a dream has disturbed me to this magnitude was a similar dream about nuclear war, that I had a few years back.