Dream #427

It was the apocalypse and I and everyone on earth was going to die. I imagined what dying would be like and I imagined that there would be a lot of screaming and crying. A bright light would engulf the earth and everyone on it. In my dream, I recall seeing people in a panic. Getting food, making shelters, etc...but I knew that their efforts would be fruitless. So I did nothing. I only waited. But later, in reality, I was starting to wake up. In my dream, I realized that I didn't have to die just yet. The time for me to die would come later, when I was old and had lived a fulfilling life. It didn't have to be now. And that's when I woke up. This was the first lucid dream I ever had. To me, it was like Death was a faceless man showing me one of the ways I could die. He was faceless because the cause of my death is unknown. Any thoughts?