I've dreamt of dying many times before, in the big one. Nuclear war, a meteor, X-rays from outer space. None of them very different, in truth. Just something I see coming minutes before we die.
In all of these dreams, I always have the same feeling; "Okay", I think, "This is it". Then, very slowly and deliberately, I start to build an image of what I would like to do with my final moments.
It's always the same. The person next to me. I embrace them, and tell them how much I love them. The people around us scramble, looking for any way to survive, but I know it's over, and that's okay.
I have my person, we've lived a full life, and I embrace the shaping of a second sun before my eyes. We embrace as we feel the warmth building on our skin, and look on at the biggest fireworks show the world will ever see. We die, together, accepting our fate graciously.
I'm not sure why I have this dream, or why it never scares me to see the end like this. What I do know is who I'd like to be there with me, in those final moments. So, let's stick together. So that when it does finally happen, we won't be too far apart to embrace each other one final time.