Somehow in the dream I’m aware that I’m not in my own time period, but thousands of millions or years in the past. Yet the world I’m in is like modern times. Maybe I’m in another dimension? I don’t know, it made sense in the dream.
So I’m in a house full of people (I don’t think I knew any of them in real life and I’m not sure if I knew them in the dream either), and everyone becomes aware that the end of the world is coming soon. Everyone in the house is pretty worried, but they’ve all kinda accepted their fate and are just hanging out, waiting out the last few minutes. I on the other hand am somehow very confident that I’m going to survive whatever catastrophe is coming. I’m quite sure that instead of dying I’ll just fall into a coma and wake up in my own time. There’s a big flash from outside, a rumble, and everyone dies. I black out, and I feel my consciousness slowly fading away. I feel my brain running slower and slower, and I start to panic. Am I really going to die? Is this the end of my consciousness for good? Surely I, being the main character in the story of my life, am not going to die right now? But my life continues to slow down, and I keep trying to force myself to stay conscious somehow.
Well, something works, because suddenly, I wake up. Everyone else around me is awake too. But I’m moving backwards. I realize that I’ve just somehow made time run backwards and I’m being forced to relive my life from the end to the beginning. I walk back into the kitchen, where I was a few minutes prior to the end, and through sheer will, break free of the backwards flow of time, and time flows ahead normally again. I’m ecstatic to still be alive, but I realize that I’ve only gone back a few minutes, and that the end of the world is still going to come “again”. I’m determined to do something about this, so I walk back into the living room, where everyone is still waiting out the end, when someone points out something on my arm. I look and am horrified to see jagged pieces of metal, like a buzz saw, sticking out of my right arm.
I run outside, and I hear a deep menacing voice in my head. Tiny metal spikes start popping in and out of the ground, and I keep hopping around to avoid them. Meanwhile, the voice says something along the lines that I’ve broken the flow of time, and because of this, I have become mutilated. The deep menacing voice stressed the metaphor of time being an eggshell, and that I’ve broken it. Anyway, the spikes stop popping out, and it’s quiet again.
Now, more freaked out than ever, I just run. I’m not sure where to go, but I’m running wildly down the street, not really caring if I die, since the world is ending anyway. I find a small group of people out near a pier. Slowly more people come, and I find out that these are all people who don’t belong in this time period as well. I see a few other people with mutilations on their arm too. There’s discussion of cryogenic freezing, and people yelling out which time period they’re from (one yells “Holocene!” which I realize is mine!).
Then I wake up, relieved that my arm is fine and that the world isn’t ending (yet).