It is the last day before the end of time, December 21, 2012. The immanence of the Eschaton is apparently an accepted fact because the world and everyone in it have gone fucking crazy. While I am pondering the metaphysics of what it will feel like to become one with space and time in infinite concrescence, there are riots in the streets and one-person armies running all over the place. My girlfriend and I are on the run too, hiding in the water under a dock. Explosions sound every couple of minutes. There is absolute chaos--actualized anarchy. I think to myself, "if the end is supposed to be the unification of all matter and intelligence in the universe, then why am I feeling more alone on planet Earth than I have ever felt before?"
Dream ends before the universe does. Guess I'll have to wait until the real thing, huh?