I dreamt of starving last night. Some sort of post EVENT… I don’t know that the world had slid into Apocalypse or if we were stranded somewhere or exactly what it was, but it was a dream of barren land and stripped stones in which me and dozens of other people truly saw there was no help, no hope, just a slow steady starvation. Die now? Hold out? How are we to die? I feel like there was an air component too – that we would all die slowly, over days if not weeks – gasping.
