I had an hour to kill, so I laid my weary head down for a nap. Sleep rushed upon me.
The Earth was doomed. There was room on the ships for all the humans to escape, but animals would be left behind to die in pain and fear.
Leave my dogs, those loving creatures I rescued from the street and gave a home?
That wasn’t going to happen!
I started to build my own craft out of salvaged steel and pressure tanks, bolting and riveting and welding it together. The planet started to come apart before it was ready.
Gravity was failing. I floated a bag of kibble through the last hole in the hull, puppy chow looted from an abandoned WalMart. The window didn’t want to cooperate as I nudged and kicked it into place in a zero gee ballet. There was an awful shriek coming from outside as an entire world died. My dogs answered with frantic barking as they hung in their harness, the sound thunder loud as it echoed from the steel.
The glass clicked home, and I worked fast to squeeze the silicon gel out of the tube and into the crack. There were only seconds to go before the atmosphere boiled away.
It was at this point that the alarm situated next to my bed went off, and I swam my way back to the real world.
So far as dreams go, this one was extremely disappointing. Silly and ridiculous. I mean, everyone knows that common bathroom tiling grout won’t hold against a vacuum!








































