This one was incredibly vivid, almost a lucid dream.
It began with my mom and I standing in our garage talking; we looked out the window and saw some neighborhood people trying out our old, decrepit basketball goal. We went out and talked to them, kinda got to know each other, and then I took some of them into my backyard to show them around. Night fell.
We were standing in front of the dog pen, and I looked up to the west and saw the constellation Orion. But there was something wrong with the star that was his left foot - it was dancing crazily, juking back and forth. I rubbed my contacts, thinking it was something in them, but when I looked back at the star, it was still going.
The tiniest bit of fear began to creep up my spine. As I watched the star, it suddenly became apparant that it was moving in a circular motion. I looked closer, and the star became the point of the needle of an altimeter. The altimiter was rapidly spinning down to some predestined altitude.
This frightening vision was suddenly interrupted by a large explosion from the other side of the fence that separated my yard from the one next door. The explosion knocked me back at least 10 yards. What happened after that was vague; I think I might have died.
I woke up, blinking in the light streaming in my window, relieved that I wasn't dead. As I got up and started moving about the house, a profound sense of dread began to grow in me. Something was wrong with the light outside. I stared out the back door into a sky that was incredibly bright but with no sun. It was overcast, but the clouds were this pinkish-orange color. It was so unnatural that I new immediately that the world was ending.
I noticed that the answering machine light was blinking with four messages, so I hit "play". The first was my mom from work, telling me of all the signs of the apocalypse that were occuring. As I listened, dumfounded, my good friend Nathan called. I didn't realize he was leaving a message until it was too late for me to pick up. At first this didn't seem so bad until I tried calling some people, and was getting all kinds of weird error messages. The phone lines were all screwed up, and there was no chance of getting Nathan nor my fiance on the phone again.
Feeling profoundly alone, I turned on the TV to check for news. I then opened up the entertainment center doors to turn on the amp and the tuner, and found my mom there, curled up and wrapped in a blanket. For one horrible moment, I thought she was dead. Fortunately she wasn't. I helped her get out of the cabinet. Then I really woke up, to the profound sense of relief that the world was not ending after all.
I hate apocalypse dreams.