Drew looked up and balls of fire from the sky that came shooting down suddenly caught his attention. There were screams of people in the background, wailing in the transparency of all the confusion that took place all of a sudden.

These sounds started to appear more and more intricate, as it started to ring into his ears feasibly; noise of this kind, it wasn't something usual, and his ears finally had a glimpse of what its like to be a part of an unpredictable catastrophe. Asteroids? Sun chunks? Space debris? What were they? What could they be?

Perhaps, noone here knew what had happened, because, this did happen all of a sudden. And to him, it sure did sound like a wailing hell, he wondered inside the deep fabrics of his already complicated and unarranged mind, that which was in an entanglement with a reality he knew I'm the corners of his mind, was bleakly about to change, that this was infact the end of the world and it was happening with him in it. A natural disaster that was on its way to make the earth explode into thousand tumultuous pieces.

He then saw many rescue teams swarming around the areas like bees moving vivaciously, they were so fast like super force working at the speed of light. Which was inevitably why couldn't see the images clearly. In the dark.

He rubbed his eyes once, and twice, but the reality in front of him remained unrippled, as though he wasn't really dreaming.

Now, armed men were rescuing people into a round and wobbly bulletproof vehicles.

He obviously didn't know how to react in this moment, but he felt relieved that they were currently being rescued from this scumbag balls of fire, he never felt this relieved from the little fraction of such mild satisfaction.

Now these balls of fires, they were coming down in full force and the impact of the noises it made sounded like it does in one of those sci fi movie scenes.

Meanwhile, the vehicles were bombarded with helpless and whiny civilians. They could hear the ballistic sounds of destructions like in the movies...except it was happening for them, in real life.

Drew wasn't so active, but he wasn't boring either, he was boarding the vans just like the others, he did think that he was just a normal guy, just like all of them.

Suddenly, he spotted a man standing there above the grounds, this man was there staring at the sky in conceited awe. While trying to identify these fireballs with much inquisition, like he was an invincible superman.

Although, it was dark Drew still managed to see vague images of this man floating on air, this man somehow seemed already injured and his attire seemed slightly worn out from what seemed like a previous breakout of a war, possibly in the sky, since he was flying on air. So then, a few shards from the iron bridge that was hit by the molten fire, came straight for his chest as though it was his body that was magnetic. He tilted forward and they hit his head as though he deliberately intended to block them away with it, these shards fell on the ground when it should've gutted him dead. It all seemed so vivid because something like that was humanly impossible. Drew thought so too.

Drew started in mere confusion as his eyes closed peacefully in deep contemplation...

Suddenly,

Triiingngg...wake up wake up, cukookooo his bird alarm rings. It was 7:39 am, he suddenly awoke with a jerk, still in the delirium of a reality sinking slowly in shockwaves from the magnitude of earths gravititional existence.

"Did one of those fires get the vehicle."

'wow that was just a dream?'

It might have only been a dream but the senses were too real and vivid to be. He felt senses of deep emotions clinging on to him as though somebody was writing a story for him and he was living it.

It gave him an errie sensation all over his bodily chakras, for a long period of him time. He couldn't forget this dream and it didn't leave him, infact, the memories of this distinctive reality that felt so real kept creeping back into his present inhibitions.

He remained paranoid about the world coming to an end as days passed by he still stood on the tip of his toes sometimes grieving and anticipating the end of the world. He would cover himself with a blanket and ponder upon worldly destructions that might have passed him by under the circumstances of a divine intervention or some failed scientific apprenticeship that missed his quantum presence and somehow forgot about him.

A distorted reality on earth? Why did he always feel all this gloomy just for a dream that passed him by? Was it to give him another chance in life? Was what lingered in his thoughts. The atmosphere around his spectral reality turned dark and even the daylight never arrived. And sometimes it would rain continuously for the entire day and the nature around him took definition from this void subject called 'time' as though now being indefinite and inconsistent remained inside the constructs of its nature, balancing the love of darkness, humor and light by itself.

One fine day--

Days went by he couldn't focus at work, a 9-5 desk job at the East police station headquarters Old Fork.

He spent most of his time as a young police officer, monitoring security cameras and tracking locations and identities of suspects and civilians.

Even though he was one of the youngest and newly promoted junior among his co-workers and high ranked officers, they didn't excuse him from being expelled from the agency for meddling with confiscated money outside of the workplace, though it wasn't a lot of money. He bid farewell to all his hopes of being promoted to a higher rank A level detective science section. He thought he would try to apply for the same job again in another few months and he knew his kindered and good looking handsome nature made him favorable to most.

Drew woke up one morning and realised he didn't know who he was..

He sat there slowly opening his eyes to an out of the box memory bleakness of the line in between the glimpses of his waking reality and depths of its defination on a string so thin and shaky it wasn't comprehensible if he wouldnt have been a human. When his eyes finally opened wider, he looked around to identify objects that may seem familiar to him, no! he couldn't recognise any of them, they were all unidentified and in this moment he thought he was definately in someone else's home.

Like Duh! He must have passed out or had a one night stand. His thoughts remained clouded still.

He did find sudden images of the obscure scenes from his dreams. He surely still couldn't get his mind off from it.

He sat for a while and tried to recall his memories and yes, he did remember riding on his bike after being fired from that desk job in the police force.

That night, he headed straight to a cramped up cafe tucked somewhere deep inside the city streets of Old Fork. Here, they sometimes sold alcohol and if you're lucky you could even find marijuana, a place where only pure locals would go. The lady that owned the secret cafe was a tarot reader, a seer and a teller of fortunes. He would sometimes go ther to read strange books of history engineering in alchemy but more unlucky if you got turned into a chicken in the chicken slaughter house.

Some say, Lady Ludy even knew ancient sorcery. Drew didn't believe in the idea of magic, he saw it as a prototype in the concepts of science.

This day he drank rare Chinese spirit cognac and smoked pot reading. "The bells of mythology" at the cafes rusty old balcony.

'Am i lost inside a dream that I woke up to'?