The Ultimate Dictionary of Dream Language

Vision of the end

There’s a lot of talk about the end of this world. I’ll never forget my vision and what I saw. It was as if something hot hit and altered the Earth. Each step that was taken, glittery shiny ashes were kicked into the air. The glittery substances were like ground-out petrified glass raining down on everyone. As I finished walking this path, I was met with a huge line of people. Those of us who had survived, had somber and sad looking faces. At the beginning of the line was a woman who was taking down names of people as they were escalated up into a two street block sized, white-grayish saucer-type vehicle.

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