I had a dream a few years ago.
In the sky was a black hole, surrounded by bright purple light.
The sky was dark grey.
Everyone in the world was looking for their loved ones.
I looked for mine.
Everywhere, there was water flooding the land, ankle deep.
Something to do with the gravity.
There were no clouds.
I took a car and drove to the first place I can remember in my life.
This little apartment. Two bedrooms.
There was a time I had looked out the back sliding glass door, so young and naked.
I met all my loved ones in the yard of that apartment.
Somehow we had all come together.
We all looked up at the sky.
I can’t remember if we were sad at what was coming, or accepted it, or if all of it was just melancholy.
Perhaps we were just glad to be together.
I looked around at my loved ones.
I looked at the looming black hole in the sky.
I looked at the bright purple light unable to escape the darkness.
I felt the water at my ankles.
For some reason, I really liked this dream.
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