“Hey,
what's up YouTube? My name is Eric Beckerman and I'm here with my
bestest friends, Tom, Mikaela, and Labib. And today, we are in the
middle of nowhere, in a cabin, live streaming the APOCALYPSE!”
“That's
right Eric, but you forgot the rest of the crew with us. We also have
the lovelies Jeannie, Tori, Morgan, and the giant man himself, Beau.”
“That's
right Tom, but you didn't let me finish. So thanks for stepping on my
toes and making me look like an ass.” “We still love you
Eric!” “Thank you
Jeannie...Moving on, I'd like to take this moment to apologize for
the quality of this stream. As we are in the middle of nowhere, we
only have satellite internet to work with, but we'll make the best of
it, right Mikaela?”
“That's
right, Eric. And for those of you living under a rock, the apocalypse
we are streaming is the one prophesied by the Mayans that was to
occur on December 21, 2012...which is today, right Labib?”
“That's
right, Mikaela. Now, no one knows for sure what form the end of the
world will take. Could it be a rogue planet colliding with the Earth?
Could it be a powerful solar flare that will incinerate all life on
Earth? Will a cosmic event cause the Earth to shatter into billions
of tiny rocks that would kill all life on...Earth? Who knows? Stay
tuned!”
(camera
pans back to Eric)
“So
without further ado...I really hate that word...ado I'll turn the
camera over to Jeannie who will be doing yoga...or meditation...or
something calming and spiritual.”
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Mist...and light? I see...me. "What?" And them...we're all just laying there under the stars. "We fell asleep...right?" The stars burn ever brighter above us. The light reaches down, spreading thin tendrils of itself towards our sleeping forms. I feel as if I should say something...anything. But a calm comes over me as the light slips over us, winding around us, and flowing into us. I feel...warm? No...that's not it...it's so hard to express in words...
Wait...how can this be happening? Is this really happening? How can I be seeing this? I'm dreaming. "That's it. I must be dreaming." But if I'm dreaming, how do I know that I'm dreaming. Everything things feels so...real yet surreal.
I look up and see that the light isn't just coming down on us. It seems to be flowing in all directions. Briefly, I wonder if there are others who have this strange energy flowing into them. But before I can contemplate it any further, there is a rush of heat/energy/chill/electricity that runs through me and I see...more.
I see flashes of vison, catch snatches of sound. I see people...some I know and some I don't. I see blood and fire. I hear voices, crying, screaming, a multitude of voices all speaking in the same voice, yet different voices at the same time. I see people smiling, laughing, hope shining (shining?) in their eyes. I see darkness..and death. Fire raining from above. I see cruel men and woman smile and laugh before being consumed in a different fire.
And above all this, I feel an immense shadow falling over all. Then...nothing.
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The smell of coffee brewing along with the sounds of people moving around the cabin wake me up to bright sunlight streaming through the window. Squinting against the sudden glare, my mind spins a little with confusion. "Weren't we sleeping outside?" But then I remember stumbling into bed at some ungodly time in the morning. "Huh...must've dreamt it." But it felt so real.
Sitting up proved to be the first trial and mistake of the day as my head started spinning and my stomach churned. Holding my head in my hands, I wonder why I did this to myself and remember..."Damn it Beau. I really need to stop listening to him" A party to celebrate the end of the world. Right about now, I'm wishing it had.
After my stomache began to settle, I finally decided it might be safe to leave the room and face the day. We rented this cabin so that we could party like it was 1999 without bothering other people (my friends can be a little...loud), and tomorrow, it would be time to go back to the real world of jobs and bills. And that last part just feels so...mundane. This was supposed to be the end of the world. Everything was supposed to change...I guess. To be honest, I didn't really think anything would happen.
After pulling on a nice, soft, warm (it is the 22nd of December after all), and cozy robe, I walk down the hallway towards the kitchen, savoring the smell of really strong coffee, wondering who else is already up.
Good morning!", says Eric...too cheerily. "And you were worried that the world was going to end. I told you nothing was going to happen. Coffee?" He holds up a large coffee mug.
"You are entirely too cheerful this morning. And yes, please. And I know that you told me so. You even went the whole nine yards to explain to me why the Mayans were wrong. How and why do you even know such things? You're like Wikipedia."
"No I'm not. Wikipedia is fallible.", he says straight-faced. "Besides, this whole 2012 party thing was just an excuse to get drunk and act like idiots."
"Did you have fun?", I ask him. "Did I not promise you an unforgettable party? Was this not the absolute best night of your life?" Sarcasm is one of my more endearing qualities. Really. So is my dry sense of humor and my repertoire of witty comebacks. But enough about me. Eric just stands there and shakes his head at me. He does that a lot. You get used to it.
"No that was not the best night of my life. I walked into a tree, stubbed my toe, scraped my hand, and I think my nose bled a little. On top of all that, I had to wash the contents of YOUR friend's stomach from my shoe. Which, if you're not too hungover to recall, was the reason I was stumbling around barefoot in the woods."
"Yeah...it was a great night wasn't it." I know he's not actually mad at me. Well, maybe a little...but he'll get over it. He always does. "So who else is up already?"
"It's just me. I've been up for about an hour now. Everyone else is still in bed.", he says as he's walks over to the living room.
"Are you sure? I thought I heard more people out here talking." I walk over to the couch and sit down, pulling my feet up to the side and placing my cup on the end table.
"Yep, just me. You must have dreamt it."
Dreams...I did dream about...something. What was it? It seemed important at the time but...it's right at the edge of my mind...
"Oh god...help me...", we hear from down the hall. "Can someone please put out the sun? It hurts." We hear hurried steps going towards the bathroom down the hall. Thankfully, he remembers to slam the bathroom door behind him. Still, we can hear the muffled sound of throwing up.
"Oh this is going to be a great morning.", Eric mutters. "I'd better make another pot of coffee. I don't think anyone can sleep through that noise." He walks back to the kitchen to set up the coffee maker again.
Smiling, I shake my head and then grimace as a sharp pain shoots across my forehead. "Damn hangover. Damn Beau for talking me into drinking past my limit." It's ok, though. He sounds like he's going to regret last night. I have to smile a little about that. "Which serves him right." And it serves me right also. One would think by now that I would stop listening to a guy who knows where his limits are and just plain doesn't care.
To Be Continued...
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The smell of coffee brewing along with the sounds of people moving around the cabin wake me up to bright sunlight streaming through the window. Squinting against the sudden glare, my mind spins a little with confusion. "Weren't we sleeping outside?" But then I remember stumbling into bed at some ungodly time in the morning. "Huh...must've dreamt it." But it felt so real.
Sitting up proved to be the first trial and mistake of the day as my head started spinning and my stomach churned. Holding my head in my hands, I wonder why I did this to myself and remember..."Damn it Beau. I really need to stop listening to him" A party to celebrate the end of the world. Right about now, I'm wishing it had.
After my stomache began to settle, I finally decided it might be safe to leave the room and face the day. We rented this cabin so that we could party like it was 1999 without bothering other people (my friends can be a little...loud), and tomorrow, it would be time to go back to the real world of jobs and bills. And that last part just feels so...mundane. This was supposed to be the end of the world. Everything was supposed to change...I guess. To be honest, I didn't really think anything would happen.
After pulling on a nice, soft, warm (it is the 22nd of December after all), and cozy robe, I walk down the hallway towards the kitchen, savoring the smell of really strong coffee, wondering who else is already up.
Good morning!", says Eric...too cheerily. "And you were worried that the world was going to end. I told you nothing was going to happen. Coffee?" He holds up a large coffee mug.
"You are entirely too cheerful this morning. And yes, please. And I know that you told me so. You even went the whole nine yards to explain to me why the Mayans were wrong. How and why do you even know such things? You're like Wikipedia."
"No I'm not. Wikipedia is fallible.", he says straight-faced. "Besides, this whole 2012 party thing was just an excuse to get drunk and act like idiots."
"Did you have fun?", I ask him. "Did I not promise you an unforgettable party? Was this not the absolute best night of your life?" Sarcasm is one of my more endearing qualities. Really. So is my dry sense of humor and my repertoire of witty comebacks. But enough about me. Eric just stands there and shakes his head at me. He does that a lot. You get used to it.
"No that was not the best night of my life. I walked into a tree, stubbed my toe, scraped my hand, and I think my nose bled a little. On top of all that, I had to wash the contents of YOUR friend's stomach from my shoe. Which, if you're not too hungover to recall, was the reason I was stumbling around barefoot in the woods."
"Yeah...it was a great night wasn't it." I know he's not actually mad at me. Well, maybe a little...but he'll get over it. He always does. "So who else is up already?"
"It's just me. I've been up for about an hour now. Everyone else is still in bed.", he says as he's walks over to the living room.
"Are you sure? I thought I heard more people out here talking." I walk over to the couch and sit down, pulling my feet up to the side and placing my cup on the end table.
"Yep, just me. You must have dreamt it."
Dreams...I did dream about...something. What was it? It seemed important at the time but...it's right at the edge of my mind...
"Oh god...help me...", we hear from down the hall. "Can someone please put out the sun? It hurts." We hear hurried steps going towards the bathroom down the hall. Thankfully, he remembers to slam the bathroom door behind him. Still, we can hear the muffled sound of throwing up.
"Oh this is going to be a great morning.", Eric mutters. "I'd better make another pot of coffee. I don't think anyone can sleep through that noise." He walks back to the kitchen to set up the coffee maker again.
Smiling, I shake my head and then grimace as a sharp pain shoots across my forehead. "Damn hangover. Damn Beau for talking me into drinking past my limit." It's ok, though. He sounds like he's going to regret last night. I have to smile a little about that. "Which serves him right." And it serves me right also. One would think by now that I would stop listening to a guy who knows where his limits are and just plain doesn't care.
To Be Continued...
