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sabotabbyApocalypse dreams, yay!
People were evaporating into the sunset. It was the end of the world, and everyone knew it. I was in a large cabin in the woods with the other survivors. My small group—BioDad and his friends—had fought to get this far, but now it was clearly over. Everyone sat at picnic tables and laughed and played games and sang, and we knew it was only a matter of time until sunset came and we'd all be gone.
BioDad and I (who had awkwardly reconciled) made conversation with another group of survivors, mostly young men. One of them told me that he was responsible for the apocalypse. The Earth was dying, and he'd said the words that allowed it to save itself. The only way to save itself, though, was to disappear everyone on the planet.
"Can you make it stop?" I asked.
"Every human being alive would have to believe, at the same time, that I took it back."
That wasn't hard, I thought. One of his friends and I sprang up and ran from picnic table to picnic table, telling everyone it wasn't the end, and to think of nothing but the phrase "he took it back." Several people, including BioDad and his friends and the guy who had started it, disappeared anyway, but the rest of us were saved.
The guy with whom I'd just saved the world seemed pretty awesome, so we had victory sex and went to sleep. "This is the rest of my life," I thought, and it wasn't entirely a bad thing.
When I woke up, he was still inside of me. "Get off!" I said, in panic. He kept going. I pushed him off, he climbed back on. Frantically, I crushed his windpipe until he went unconscious.
Ugh. Just ugh.
People were evaporating into the sunset. It was the end of the world, and everyone knew it. I was in a large cabin in the woods with the other survivors. My small group—BioDad and his friends—had fought to get this far, but now it was clearly over. Everyone sat at picnic tables and laughed and played games and sang, and we knew it was only a matter of time until sunset came and we'd all be gone.
BioDad and I (who had awkwardly reconciled) made conversation with another group of survivors, mostly young men. One of them told me that he was responsible for the apocalypse. The Earth was dying, and he'd said the words that allowed it to save itself. The only way to save itself, though, was to disappear everyone on the planet.
"Can you make it stop?" I asked.
"Every human being alive would have to believe, at the same time, that I took it back."
That wasn't hard, I thought. One of his friends and I sprang up and ran from picnic table to picnic table, telling everyone it wasn't the end, and to think of nothing but the phrase "he took it back." Several people, including BioDad and his friends and the guy who had started it, disappeared anyway, but the rest of us were saved.
The guy with whom I'd just saved the world seemed pretty awesome, so we had victory sex and went to sleep. "This is the rest of my life," I thought, and it wasn't entirely a bad thing.
When I woke up, he was still inside of me. "Get off!" I said, in panic. He kept going. I pushed him off, he climbed back on. Frantically, I crushed his windpipe until he went unconscious.
Ugh. Just ugh.
