This was my dream.
I am 17 or 18 years old, still living with my parents. The world is coming to an end, in just under an hour, an asteroid will crash into the planet killing everything. I have an uncle and aunt, they just happen to have a rocketship ready to lift off. They tell us, "Grab whatever you need, we leave in 22 minutes and we will not wait one moment more."
My parents pack a few belongings and wait in the car for me, it's a 3 minute drive to my uncle's house. I am running through the house, trying desperately to grab only the most important things I have: A stone I picked up a few years ago on a date, a few books that have always comforted me, some journals, my collection of tiny budha figures, a pressed flower held in a picture frame.
My father walks up behind me as I'm shuffling through my things. "We leave here in 2 minutes with out without you. This isn't like being late for work, if you do not get in the car now you will die." He turns and walks back out to the car where my mother is waiting. His voice is unemotional, everyone seems utterly unemotional, as if the shock is too overwhelming to even contemplate.
I hear the engine of the car start, hear the sound of tires rolling slowly over gravel. I sprint out of the house but the car is already pulling down the road, I run. I run so fast that I feel like my heart will explode, sharp knife pain jabs me in the side, but still I run, focus each instant on keeping my feet, getting there in time.
As I stagger into my uncle's yard, I see the rocket before me, no larger than a bus. The door is slowly moving closed and clouds of smoke are pouring out of the back. Through the still-open door, I see my aunt, uncle, mother, and father sitting in the forward-facing seats, already strapped in.
I leap through the door just before it seals itself shut and bang around the interior. Crash back into a seat with my seemingly very heavy possessions perched on my chest. Immediately the rocket leaps into the air and my books and knick knacks become even heavier, will we make it? I start wondering if I've brought the right things. Suddenly I yell out, "How will we live when we get there? Did anyone bring seeds for plants or survival things?" Everyone remains silent, eyes forward.I wake up.
Now, there are plenty of interpretations for a dream like that. Lot's of symbology to play with, but the main thing on my mind after that dream kept coming back to: Why didn't I get some seeds?