Most of my family and friends know me as a "prepper", always ready for something that hasn't happened yet.
So I am now 52 and I have always been a vivid dreamer and remember them all...
So this one went like this:
Gone were her brother, mother and other relatives.
Even a good meal, shower or nights rest seemed like a far away and distant memory.
I distinctly remember my feet hurt and these fur pouches that we both had strung around us haphazardly, along with worn out shoes, gloves, and whatever else....
But if it is really Nibiru, Wormwood or a brown dwarf, we could see real problems here on Gaia.
My son and daughter, now almost middle age, are there, as well as a throng of (grand) children.
I asked my son John to reach into the nightstand and get out my old Colt 1911 .45 pistol.
He looked quizical but reached in for the gun and handed it to me.
At that point I looked at my daughter Jessica and handed her the gun.
I looked at her because she didn't understand...
SHE WOULD NEVER NEED IT FOR THE "APOCALYPSE"...
IT NEVER CAME.
THINGS HAD TURNED OUT JUST FINE.
I guess we'll stay tuned.