2026
This early morning's completely unbidden dream started off with a quite extensive preparatory period of time whereby people were getting ready for some sort of unknown meteorological event, if you will - getting/ransacking food stores - and seeking out buildings (by force or otherwise, in which to find some form of perceived 'safety') ...
Anyway, after such a said, fairly protracted period of time (in relation to the overall length of the fairly short dream anyway), I found myself to be walking rather calmly and purposely along the adjacent dual-carriageway pavement towards my home with another similarly sized male (although he seemed slightly more well-built than me) - as he was ever-so-slightly ahead, and to the right, of me, I noticed his well-groomed, back-swept/combed hair, and thought to myself, with calm interest, 'he's even gone and had his hair cut in anticipation for such an event' - twas something / a feature that I found to be quietly and somewhat quizzically/unsuspectingly amusing really...
Anyway as we neared my home (during the earlyish evening, seemingly), people were rushing around within seriousness / growing alarm - and then my attention was drawn to the sky, both in front and above me - whereby I saw in great detail a wide, long, and deep (in a 3D sense) predominantly gold, and much lesser red-streaked, well, area of plasmatic fire, if you will, accompanied within the sky by comparatively very small white pieces/streaks of shorn-like cotton-wool clouds, which were speeding up laterally, as if the Earth was in the increasing grip of 'something' (I sort of 'felt' this bit), causing me to realise, with increasing/growing surprise/alarm/concern that soon the individual bricks of the buildings were going to individually (in a growing collective sense) start laterally flying off / breaking apart from the mortar that was securing them to each other...