Current mood:	pensive
Entry tags:	dreams

Only the end of the world again...
Last night I dreamed of the end of the world. In the dream I was in my house, in my room talking with the President. He told me about his lack of confidence in the future and oddly I tread to convince him he had done some good things that needed to be done during his term.

Then, suddenly I realized that it was raining, pouring outside. I opened the window and saw Las Palmas drowned, sunk by the waters. Two big, white, and hairy dogs which resembled wolves were also running around my house, chasing each other and playing like wild puppies. Then I set my eyes upon the sky and knew I was watching the end of the world. It was blurry and colored in impossible ways. It was a black sky with strains of orange fire, and terrifying violet hazes.

The otherworldly skies, and the rain are recurring elements in my dreams about the end of the world (yes, they also are recurring dreams). The white dogs/wolves are new. I wonder what they mean. Perhaps, nature's joy of being free again?