Catch A Falling Star

The night called to me.  I walked down the old familiar pathway like so many times before, searching for that voice.  I heard it softly whispering, yet again!
 
It was there, just ahead!  In the bend of the corridor of darkness I saw a glimmering point of light.  From its radiance emanated the sound.  I reached to touch the brilliance—to become one with the source of the luminosity.  It hung suspended awaiting my touch.  The points of light radiated their own essence as if each beam had a spirit separate from the whole.  My fingertips began to tingle as they approached the orb. Then, they assumed the glowing that was the sphere. 

My mind filled with foreign thoughts.  Thoughts in languages I did not understand.  Ancient tongues that began to cram my brain with awareness of civilizations long dead; people and places now extinct; galaxies far away.  Knowledge of cultures both evolved and unrefined came to me telling their stories of a tragic demise.  Planets obliterated by space debris in the blink of an eye.  Cataclysmic unions between asteroids and planets that cruelly diminished life forms into space dust.  Then, it slowly unveiled the portent for which it had beckoned me to this place.  A forewarning that life on this planet was about to end in a collision that would shatter Earth into oblivion. Nothing could change this inevitable fate! Overwhelmed, I collapsed on the trail.

I awoke in my bed.  Sleep still lingered, making my consciousness hazy.  It had been only a dream!  A vivid one, albeit!  It had seemed so real!  Recalling the now obscure details of the vision brought an uneasiness. I sat on the edge of my mattress.  My feet were covered in mud, as was my gown!  Could last night’s illusion become today’s reality? 

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