dreams of the end

It's 4:29am. I just woke up. I can't even begin to describe the dream that I just had and how it tossed me into this lucid state, leaving me with only questions and fears.

The world was about to end. Supposedly it was going to self destruct in a matter of hours. My family and I were at my grandparent's old house joined by scattered relatives from both my mother and father's side. We were all gathered in and around the front room. TV on. Only a few people stuck out, like my mom, and dad, and for some strange reason . . . my cousin Darlene (my mom's brother's daughter). My mother was cutting Darlene's hair, and then she was going to cut mine. For some reason it just made sense to not have so much hair, when in all but a matter of minutes we were going to burn.
I called Tom in England. We spoke. I told him that we would find each other in heaven. He was silent. I told him I would find him if he was lost. I could sense his fear. I was mad that we weren't together.
The television blared. I could hear George W. Bush say "we're all in this together" and located at the bottom of the screen was a timer. It read "00:10". I looked at my mother in the kitchen, her beautiful blue eyes were all I could have wanted to see, and I told her we had to go. We went into my grandparent's bedroom and we got on the bed and held each other, she called for my dad, and then I woke up.