yet another bizarre dream

She rode in the cab in silence, camera in hand, alone. Of course, she had asked her friends and practically everyone she knew to come with her. After all, this was supposed to be an important event - it was the night in which "The Clock" would finally be completed, and that would mark the beginning of a new 'era'. But they were all unavailable - busy dealing with their tasks, their agendas and their lives. On the way, she noticed how the blue moon lit that oddly gigantic structure from afar, and how the bright blue light was shifting... forms(?). Curiously, she held up her camera and took a few pictures from behind the car's window.



At the town hall itself, people had gathered and a dome, tents and seats had been set up around "The Clock". Everyone had been waiting for the moment. In line with her duty, she approached the oddly shaped structure named "The Clock", and set her camera to 'recording' mode. She recorded everything, the shape of that structure to the eerily big full blue moon. And then it began.

An unknown thing covered the moon, forming a full eclipse, and from the center of it, something flew directly straight for the otherworldly structure. Upon closer inspection, it was a huge arrow-shaped block, that defied all physics law and slowed down upon approaching "The Clock". It rotated mid-air and attached itself to "The Clock", completing the structure with a loud 'click' sound. The crowd gasped in awe, mesmerized by the view. "The Clock" had been completed, lit gloriously by the blue light from the now uncovered moon.

Suddenly, the ground began to shook, along with the dome and the structure itself. In front of the her eyes, "The Clock" with that arrow suddenly cracked, disintegrated into big pieces and fell upon the tents and the people. She ran just in time before a heavy block could ram her body into the ground and to her horror, the red dome above her too, started to crack down. She could hear the screams of people crushed by the ruins, see the chaos around her as she desperately tried to escape, out of the hall, to the crumbling down car park building of the same shopping mall she vaguely remembered. Just outside the gate, a couple of passing by tourists saw her and let her jumped in their vehicle to escape the seemingly chasing destruction to the highway.

After a hasty escape, they arrived at the dorm she was staying in and in fear, the couple got separated - the woman ran with her, while the man fled with her camera. The kind woman accompanied her to the closing door of the building and bid her good night. To her surprise, as she entered the courtyard, the man was sitting on one of the garden stones by himself, her camera in hand.

"Am I not supposed to be here?" he asked.

"No, I'm sorry," She shook her head. "Thank you for keeping my camera, though."

Smiling weakly, he nodded and returned the camera into her hand before walking out. She thus entered the building, where her mates and the adults had waited for her, excited to hear about this 'completion of The Clock'. Apparently, the news on the catastrophe had not reached their ears. She thus pressed the 'play' button on her camera, browsed the still intact pictures and the recordings one by one while recounting the events that were sure to keep her awake for days.