I felt as anxious as I’ve been feeling every time I stepped into a train recently. We were going to some kind of festival I assume, but had stepped out of the train several times for unknown reasons. My head felt heavy and I remember resting my head on the arm rest between our seats, being held in place by the pressing feeling of sleep approaching.
The train’s speed decreased again. And after having just seen this dreamless, gray mass for a while (Sleep doesn’t seem to speed up time when you are already dreaming.), I could see we had crossed a large distance across the sea and were now coming to a stop on an island.
It wasn’t a big island, I assumed. Though I couldn’t see the sea continue on the other side. The only things I could see in the area were the station, and an enormous building rising up from behind it. Thinking it was an hypermarché of some kind, we walked off into its direction. I was feeling quite hungry after the long voyage, after all.
At first glance, it actually did look like a supermarket. Little gates, check out points, high cabinets. There even were countless people to be seen. But when we walked past the first row of cabinets, there was nothing but an enormous empty factory hall and the countless amount of people in it. We were confused, but the people tried to calm us down. They told us they were planning on demolishing the factory that day, but that it was postponed.
Right after we were being told that, I heard a thump in the distance. Like the sound of dull thunder in the distance. Nobody thought anything of it since they were sure the factory wouldn’t be demolished that day. More thumps, more and more. Light flashes, cracks making their way across the ceiling. Light coming through the cracks. Still nobody moved. I remember thinking that being crushed under the concrete of the structure would be easy. That it would be finally all over for me - that being scared of something is usually less bad than the actually thing, just like death. But when the ceiling started to come down in slow motion, I grabbed Kimberley by the shoulders and started dragging her outsides. Still nobody made a move, except for us.
Later I heard nobody but us survived the bombardements. They all got crushed under the ceiling.
They didn’t feel afraid for a moment.