I had a dream about the end of the world last night. But it was not chaos. People knew we had a specific amount of time to live, I think it was 20 minutes. My friend Mary slinked into the back room of the house we were in to have sex with her boyfriend. Some of sat down to smoke weed. I looked out the window and as tiny meteors hit the ground, families and friends of mine were picnicking. It was like humanity knew peace for the first time or something. But then I started reading dream interpretations online, and most of them say that my dream means that I am under too much stress and that something has to change. They say that the pressure I’m under has left me feeling lost and vulnerable, and that my world is changing. Which is true. The whole thing leaves me with the weirdest mix of emotions.