I dreamed about the Apocalypse again, except this time it was in the form of a comet falling from the skies.
Our doom was evident. The comet’s striking of the earth was inevitable. And with it would come a cloud of ash and a new Ice Age. There was nothing that could be done about it. I remember the government tried hitting it with a high-powered laser, but that merely broke it into more fragments and made it more devastating overall.
My Uncle, of course, interpreted it to mean that it was the coming of the Apocalypse as foretold in Revelation, as absurd as that was. And I was so desperate to ascribe some sort of meaning to the event that I believed him. I began to beg God for forgiveness for my reprobate life, thinking that if I repented before the comet hit, I would be granted a space in Heaven.
I remember wandering through the wilderness, attempting to find shelter from the impact. Enormous slate brick government buildings from the ’60’s and ’70’s, filled with people who were armed to the teeth and defending their dwindling supplies of foodstuffs and other equipment with their lives. There would be no respite for us from the oncoming crash — we would be incinerated immediately. And as I looked into the sky and saw the trails of fire there, I knew I was getting exactly what I deserved…