I posted earlier about having dreams about the end of the world or dreaming that we thought the world was ending when it wasn't. I've often wondered why I've had this series of themed dreams so I'd like to elaborate a little, if I may.
In the first dream my family and I were in my mothers house when suddenly the world dropped from beneath us. It was sort of like The Wizard of Oz, we were standing there looking out the patio door watching clouds rush by as we fell. There were faces of saints in the clouds (remember that picture from the World Trade Center where it looked like a devil face was formed out of the smoke? It was like that). We knew the world was ending, but I woke up before anything else happened.
One other dream was very long, but ended with me going to dinner at my boss' house (which turned out to be my sister's apartment, again in my mother's house). I was sitting on my nephew's bunk trying to get a cigarette before my mom saw (I never smoked in front of her), but she walked in and sat by me... and then told me to get ready because the world was going to end the next day. I woke up kindof freaked out.
In another dream, I've described before, again with my family in my mother's house and we found lava rising up through the dining room floor on the 2nd story. We were all convinced that the world was ending, and certain that the lava would engulf us and kill us in a very painful way. We were all running around looking in cupboards trying to find sleeping pills to take to kill ourselves with before that happened. Suddenly, "scene change" as I call it, and there was a pastor speaking to a group gathered for our funerals in the driveway of the house talking about what a shame it was we thought the world was ending and killed ourselves. The house was perfectly in tact like nothing had happened.
I had another one a few months ago that was similar to the second one where we knew the world was ending but I didn't stay sleeping long enough to see it happen. They always seem to involve my mother or her house. I had the first one right before the Y2K new year when everyone was afraid something terrible was going to happen, but obviously they continued after. I always wake up scared to death.
My mother died last year, suddenly after complications from heart surgery that had developed years earlier (the complications) but remained undetected until then. I started to wonder if my dreams weren't trying to tell me that, but of course I'm sure they have a more simple meaning.