Last night I dreamed the world ended.

It wasn't a bad dream, really. I sort of fell asleep after the Four Horsemen showed up. Yeah, I fell asleep while I was asleep. And the Four Horsemen didn't have horses. They just walked right through the front door. Rather rude of them, to be honest. I woke up a few months later, and by that time everyone was basically just hanging out, waiting for the Rapture.

It was very odd, and bore no resemblance whatsoever to Revelations, aside from the concept of the Horsemen and the whole world ending thing. I haven't even read from Revelations recently, so I'm not at all sure where that dream came from in the first place.

I have nothing else interesting to write about in this blog besides this dream. I am not going to analyze it, mainly because I'm afraid of what it would mean anyways. I'm pretty sure it isn't prophetic. I've never had any prophetic dreams, and I don't want any, thank you very much. The future can remain a perfect mystery, and I'm quite satisfied with that. I'm not the prophet type, anyways.