Dreams About The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

The seven recruits followed Jack's gaze toward the massive panoramic monitors hanging above the flight deck. The screens weren't showing news anchors. They were showing raw, unfiltered drone footage of the apocalypse. The Siberian Ice Titan buried under millions of tons of rubble, still shifting and causing localized earthquakes. A Category 5 hurricane over the Bermuda Triangle that was violently pulling aircraft out of the sky. The A****n rainforest being aggressively consumed by a sprawling, pulsating purple biomass. Kael took a step back, his bravado instantly evaporating. "What... what are those things?"

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

[@Linda, weren't you the one who said it was nothing to worry about? [Yeah! I only held back from stocking up because I believed you. Now what do we do?] [When exactly is the government coming to rescue us? Say something!] Confronted with the neighbors' accusations, Linda was just as frantic and terrified. Her fear was even worse than theirs. The other residents did not yet know how desperate things really were. But as part of the Neighborhood Committee, Linda had already received insider news. [The entire world is snowbound now. They say it's a once-in-hundreds-of-thousands-of-years disaster. We may be facing another mass extinction, the true apocalypse!]

“He had required a major surgery too, these things take time.” Logically, I knew that but with each passing day, my anxiety grew. Watching him lay lifelessly was taking a toll on me—not that I would admit it to anyone. But these days I keep having nightmares. Sometimes, we are all dressed in black, watching as his casket is being lowered into the ground, other times, I was saving people from a burning building, and I managed to save everyone else BUT him… It was traumatizing. Look, I knew these recurring nightmares were because of my overthinking and fears, hell one of the dreams had been about a zombie apocalypse where I'd managed to get everyone into a classroom safely, and when I turned t

Driven out like lava begging to be released, she could no longer contain it. “The great apocalypse.” A long, soft, exhausted laugh followed, "Yes, a huge apocalypse. Until my body and mind were completely made into a mess, shattered. After the apocalypse crushed me, I was drowned in a flood. Not just any water, but muddy water full of rotten fish. Disgusting. Something like that." Ashley paused and raised her head to look at the employee in front of her who was just quietly waiting for her while keeping a polite smile. She blinked and felt the need to correct her own words.

The members cried in fear. The werewolves were tough brave creatures. They were sometimes cruel and vicious. But their personalities had been shattered when they saw the apocalypse before their eyes. They thought someone was drilling the Earth's core. But when they saw the stars exploding in the sky, they knew that the universe was on the edge of death. Amora no longer got visions every time she slept. But she could see firsthand what was happening to the cosmos. The planets started exploding, and several galaxies collided and created great destruction. Several recent earthquakes had caused the ground to split. And horrified, she saw flames of fire in the sky.

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.

For the rest of the night, we visit several other quake sites and find that they were all affected in the same manner the Arcata forest was. On the sixth location, my head begins to spin with horrific suspicion. “It can’t be,” I mutter gravely. Mathias and Azazel’s heads snap up to meet mine. “What? What do you think it is?” Mathias asks. I look at the scorched forest then back at one of the weeping trees. “The heavens and the earth will burn; fire and flame will consume all elements. The trees and grass will sweat drops like blood.” Mathias’s expression darkens. “Are you saying that these are signs of the apocalypse?”