Last night I found myself in a hall of sort, sorrounded by red brick wall and although the place looked empty I knew there were people there. in fact I knew there was lots of people there but I couldnt see any of them.

During this dream I was warned of coming hurricane and based on the noise and panic level it looked like we just passed a hurrican too.

Paul warned me that another hurricane was coming, so I aswell as every one else, still not seen by me panicked.

And then it started raining fire, where I realised this is the last day, I felt regret and I immediatley sought repentment, I am not sure what for but i wanted a second chance of sort, the sun was about to set I was about to die and I didnt want to.

The end.