We are on a bus.
The road we ride along ripples across the rolling hills, and the sky is dark and red. Chaos rides the wind.
From the heavens a massive machine falls, and as we watch the scene through the muffled silence of the glass we are carried towards it by our wheels. The machines descent is slow, and it is clear that it is falling from distant space.
Deep thunder booms as the earth is struck, and the sky above shines as clear as day. This light swells until the sky is a canvas of fire which burns our eyes, and soon this brilliant dome of white begins to fade through tones of yellow and orange, before resting finally on a screaming red.
Then a mushroom cloud rises and towers over us, and it is lit from beneath by its feeding flames.
This burning wave moves slower than the light but edges closer to us causing us to panic and swerve the bus left to cut off road into fields of green that are coated in shadows.
Death is chasing us, hungry for our screams.
28 – January – 15
“This dream is a scene that I remember vividly that has no real plot, but reads as a piece of short fiction. It is about some form of technological asteroid that crashes into earth and causes a world ending explosion. The “We” are just a small group of people on a bus, on an unspecified journey, that are travelling along winding roads that slope over hills.
This dream struck me because of its symbolic reflection of the human experience as a species travelling on a fragile vehicle – that is the earth – which will one day be destroyed by some cosmic event. This event has been named many times throughout mythologies as an end of the world prophecy, examples being the Norse Ragnarok, the Christian Armageddon and even the Scientific Sun Death.
Strangely this dream suggests that this “event” will be an arrival of a technology, which had me wondering was this less about a geographical event and more about an overthrowing of an order, the human order, to give way to the rise of the machines through artificial intelligence: the destruction of a lower consciousness to make way for a higher consciousness.
Interestingly the word Apocalypse is a Greek word which actually means a “revelation of knowledge”, not an end of the world that popular thinking suggests.
Despite all this speculation, as I dreamed this “event” all my consciousness could do in the face of such an over-human power was to appreciate the vivid imagery and accept the inescapable apocalypse by fire as simply – destiny.”