*Full
Disclosure*
I watched melancholia last week and I refute any and all 2012 end
of the world stories as completely fucking retarded. Enjoy reading.
I had a dream last night. It was pretty much the same as the
intro to melancholia with a few bits from the middle of the movie thrown in.
I was looking up at the sky at night
and there was a big bright red dot. I knew it was called Nibiru and that others
were talking about it.
The next morning i looked up and it
wasn't a dot at all anymore. It was a large, high definition, blood red version
of Jupiter (which is actually Nibiru btw). A few hours later and it was massive
in the sky. I knew this meant it was coming at an incredible speed.
I don’t know how but I wasn’t exactly
there for the actual impact. It was just… over. I and a few others were left
floating around inside of earth’s atmosphere. The atmosphere had apparently continued
to exist without the earth, but was much smaller.
Beyond the atmosphere was nothing but
fire. I didn’t look directly at it because I knew that if I did it would be
like staring into the pits of hell. Instead my focus stayed on the floating
rocks and the people that sat upon them, keeping the nightmarish conflagration
in my periphery.
The patch of dirt that I was left on
(no doubt a Nietzsche reference) slipped away from underneath me and I was
adrift through this weightless space.
I found that, after some drifting, I could
control my movements. But this control gradually failed too and I began to
drift again.
This time I was drifting backwards
and I knew what was about to happen. I was floating backwards towards the
nearest edge of the atmosphere, legs first. As I was slowly, horrifically and
completely consumed by the yawning hell behind that barrier; I woke up.
There were a wide range of emotions
around this dream for me. Mostly, in this array of emotions, was a feeling of
bemusement.
Bemusement at so many things; at how absolutely
and completely hopeless our efforts had ultimately become, how we have come so
far and yet in the grand scale of things we were not so much as an
inconvenience to this indifferent, remorseless, hulking behemoth that was about
to obliterate us totally.
Most interestingly though, I thought,
were the times when I was scared.
The only time during this whole dream
when I actually felt scared was when I would become paralysed with fear looking
up at the sky at that red swirling orb.
I would argue that the hell behind
that membrane was a much more terrifying notion but the only time I was truly
scared, I was paralysed with fear as I looked up at that impending doom.
It wasn’t a fear of pain; it wasn’t
even a fear of death. It was a fear of lack of control. That this thing was
about to happen and I had absolutely no say in the matter. A gigantic catastrophe
was about to befall me and there wasn’t a single damn thing I could say about
it.
Upon awakening I didn’t really find
that much respite from this fear. I found myself considering the utter
immensity of JUST this solar system. The size of the real Nibiru, Jupiter, is
so staggeringly immense that when you really think about it, we are so small, and
still so remarkably self-important for our level of significance.
This is the scale of it:
Does this not scare the fuck out of
EVERYONE?