The End Is Nigh

I had a vision last Night, or was it A dream; as I starred outside my window, A wave of thick dark volcanic dust I saw, from a distance, consuming everything it hit, So down on the floor, I squat awaiting my turn, the grand show, And in that moment around me, with my heart beating fast, I noticed people's faces, disparity clearly lit, Was this the end of things though? Nothing happened. Had I already been reduced to dust I thought, so outside the window I stood to peep And a blood frenzy caught my attention, I looked at the people in the room And the next thing I know I wake up to this world.