I had a dream about the end of the world.
The sky was all dark, and it looked like a giant loving circulatory system with veins flying in every direction. Anyway, there was a thick fog, and whenever someone got out of your sight, you never saw them again. Me and my family were standing outside, and my mom and dad decided we should go see the ocean, because I had this dream when I was about 8, and I never saw the ocean. So my brother and my dad went into the house to pack stuff up, and they never came back out. Then some daft Mexican lady walked up to us and gave us bullstuff about how I was her real son, she picked me up, and ran off. Never saw my mom again. I woke up, bawled for 10 minutes, and went back to sleep.