Today I fell asleep in a brief half-hour
nap, and got this
dream out of it.
First I was on a sort of train, but it was going to take its passengers into space. This was not an odd thing because apparently space was occupied by lots of other species as well as humans, and our train was just one of many that was leaving the planet to escape collision with an impending asteroid. We weren't really sure where we were going to go, though, and for some reason the dream skipped again and I was back on Earth, knowing that I'd somehow lost my spot on the train.
I had lots of stuff with me, I'd had to leave my home and the world was on hold for a few days, wondering if we were actually going to get hit by the asteroid and where it was going to land. I was with some guy in the wilderness and all my personal items were piled in this very large trailer as if I'd just been riding in it. People were in various states of apocalyptic panic, but many of us were just accepting it for what it was and trying to make the best of it, hoping we weren't going to die. The guy I was with was annoyed at me because he wanted to trek on to the place we were planning to hide out, but I'd brought too much stuff and didn't want to leave any of it behind because I felt I'd lost too much already.
I was kind of miserable about the whole thing because I just wanted the crisis to blow over like everything else, but it seemed it wasn't going to. I was packing a small bag of "necessities," so we could move on, and I was wondering whether we would get hit, wondering if it would make a difference if I changed my religion. I wondered if the asteroid wouldn't hit us if I promised to accept Jesus, which was something suggested to me before. I thought about it and glumly accepted that it might work to divert the asteroid and then pray to Jesus, but then I realized the whole concept was foreign to my brain and I didn't know how to do that, and didn't really want to, and couldn't think of how I'd continue such a path if we really did survive.
Then we found out that the asteroid was probably going to land in a certain spot in the Middle East, but there was this horrible sentiment of "good, those bastards deserve it." There was a good chance, however, that it might kill everyone on the planet, so we still had to brace for impact. I picked up my bag of necessities and followed my companion around the corner and there was this tiny concrete-floored room where we were supposed to be staying, because we couldn't go any farther because some bridge was out. I was worried about those who went to space because if we survived, they still might not, and if we got a near miss with the asteroid they'd have all died for nothing.
I met some girl wearing four plastic Sailor Moon rings. For some reason this was extremely exciting to me in the dream.
I think I'm reading too much of the Remnants series.