The world is crumbling around me, the sun is fire engine red and all I can hear is people screaming around me; bodies everywhere. There’s blood and lots of it. I can barely walk straight because the earth moves under me with every step. I look up to see a plane crash off in the distance. I can hear people crying, pleading, dying. I continue to struggle with keeping my balance on the moving earth. I have no particular destination at this point. Theres nothing on my mind; not worried about relatives, friends, pets or myself.
I reach this peace of pavement thats blocking my path. Its sticking out of the ground at a angle. I start climing until i reach the top and on the other side of the pavement i just climbed is unreal. My son is standing in the middle of a crowd of these creepy creatures. Over their moans and groans i can hear him crying for me. “Ma-ma” he says. At this point im climbing down the other side of the risen pavement running towards my son. It seemed the closer i got the further he was out of reach. I began crying; calling hiso name. The creatures are paying no mind to him, they’re just circling him like the trying to keep anyone from making contact with him. I keep running and running, feeling like I’m on a treadmill with a stick and string strapped to my head with my son attached on that string dangling in front of me just out of my reach of my reaching arms.
When i finally reach him he looks up at me and asks, ‘ma-ma, why didn’t you save me?” Then he disappears and I wake up.
