Another vivid dream – the lack of quality sleep since Christmas seems to have increased my capacity to remember my dreams as I wake up. And for once, it’s not a football one.
An immaculate and silent man flies through space, holding my body and another to his bosom for safety. His slick back hair has an air of Clark Kent and there is calmness all around.
We land on a desolate planet and he drops two of us to the grey, dusty ground. I look to my left to see a babbling old woman who has been my travel companion for hundreds of years since we left Earth. But neither of us have ever spoken, not to each other or to our guardian. He just keeps his eyes ahead, always striving forward through the stars to a final destination maybe he doesn’t even know.
Off he flies again, I have a slight panic as maybe this time he won’t come back to pick us up. We’re left in the middle of an everlasting desert. Solid grey below and to the horizon and above a pitch black sky with no stars to be seen. The exosphere is stark and looks like the perfect glass casing of a snow globe, protecting us from the black void of nothingness beyond it.
The woman beside me looks lost and she is digging into the earth with her bare hands, picking up the grey sand and nibbling on it, she has a wild and ragged appearance and her eyes tell me she’s no longer in control. The old her has long gone.
Silence turns into a slight hum that continues to get louder and louder alongside the beating drum of me heart through my ear canal and I feel like my head might pop. Suddenly, in the distant sky comes a flash and I assume it is him, returning to collect us. It is not.
A meteor in the sky picks up speed and becomes bigger and bigger, the wind picks up around us and a grey sandstorm begins at knee level. The woman starts to babble and panic, burying her head in the freshly dug ground. The meteor hits the line on the horizon – followed by a blinding white light and complete silence.
A Buzzing sound
I awake to see the line on the horizon is now shifting in size and appears to be approaching us quite quickly. A tidal wave miles high – this is how it all ends, hundreds of years after my birth, in a galaxy far, far away. I sit down and look at a pocket mirror I’ve kept as a memento from the last planet we landed on. My face is weathered, skin dry as parchment and lacking any colour, harsh lines fill my forehead. My hair is thin and wispy. I look my hundreds of years in age.
A mile away or so.
This is it. I panic like never before as I think of everyone I’ve ever known. Everyone I’ve loved and hated and everyone they have loved and hated are now long gone into dust. Everything means nothing but the littlest things mean everything. This is where I will stand and draw my last breath.
A loud bang as the sound barrier is broken and in a flash we are picked up and dragged off into the night sky, above the waves and over the vast sea which is now covering the entire planet.
For the first time I notice his wings, the silent man who has never uttered a single word is suddenly our angel.
Except now I realise I must continue to live. Could that be worse than dying?