I once had a dream that my world was being destroyed. They came from outer space. Buildings crumbled as huge eliptical vessels hovered overhead. Clouds turned black as the ocean punched cars off of bridges. There was very little hope. You could find it hiding under rocks or behind doors. Hope soon lost and forgotten.
This I dreamed. Years later I would discover that on the night of my dream we humans ravaged a faraway place. My dreams must have been the untethered fears of others. Was I only a helpless observer? I have not been able to rid myself this sensation of guilt.
When you dream, believe that your dreams are reality.