Dream Journal
There were a lot of people around the outside of my parents’ house. It was slightly dark, as though it were nearing nighttime. There was a lot of talking and movement, but all of the worried kind. From overhearing snippets of conversations, I learn that everyone there are refugees from the planet earth. Something had gone terribly wrong, and we were the only ones to escape.
I also overheard that a different planet had just fallen out of orbit and has gone careening into the unknown. I thought how wonderful it was to be a part of history - I would be able to tell my children that I was living when that planet fell out of orbit; I had experienced the time when there were ten planets, and the time when there were nine. People were very happy that we had landed on a safe planet, but I was concerned. If one planet could just hop out of orbit, what is to say the planet we are on wont do the same?
I started making plans to get off that planet as soon as I could, but people made fun of me. They said how silly I was to want to get off of a perfectly stable planet. They compared me to the old senile woman who left the planets surface and just circles above the planet. I looked up into the sky and saw stars, planets, and this old lady riding on her tiny spaceship as though it were a witch’s broom. She rode in a figure eight pattern.
I wasn’t deterred. I went inside my parents’ house to start working on my own spaceship. A girl followed me, and I knew she was coming with me.
Themes: End of the World