Independence Day

I'm not going to write a review on Savages. It's not a bad movie. It's just not that good. Sorry.

I'm going to share with you a dream I had a couple months ago. Luckily, I wrote down as much as I could when I woke up and it's pretty much the gist of it. 

I dreamt the saddest dreams last night. One that I can remember the most is of my pediatrician...

I walked into a very dark doctors office. It was vacant. Chairs were on their sides. A litter of magazines scattered the floor and I nearly tripped on a back issue of Readers Digest. I approached the counter as I saw a figure crouching over a desk. His back was rising and falling with every whimper he exhaled.

I called out, "Is everything okay, sir?"

"I couldn't do anything to save them. I've been practicing for over two decades and I couldn't save them." He said. His back still turned. Every other word was followed by a sob.

"Couldn't save them from what?"

"From life." He turned and I realized it was Dr. Z, my pediatrician that I visited when I was younger. He looked the same. Soft eyes and his voice seemed to put you into a trance. The comfortability he gave you was remarkable.

"What do you mean, life?" I asked, puzzled and bewildered.

"What do I not mean, Will? What do I not mean? Take a look around you. Earth has been a wasteland for almost three years. Have you not noticed?" He seemed shocked that I had not known.

"I've been asleep all this time? I've been asleep for three years?" How had I have slept that long? Was it a side effect to whatever "ended the world"?

"Earth fell apart about three years ago. The first to go were the birds. The streets were littered with them. The birds have been carrying some sort of virus or bacteria. So soon enough it spread. Land animals starting feeding off the birds and then humans starting catching this terrible disease. Only a few survived. I stayed at work trying to revive and alleviate anyone who had the disease. It was no use. Nothing could have saved them. Not even me."

"You can save me." by "me" I meant us.

"How would I even go about that?" He asked

"You can put us both to sleep. We will be safe from the disease. You tried your best at saving the others, but you can save us still."

"I could, but that'd be giving up."

"It's not giving up when there is nothing left behind."

He smiled, because he knew it was true. And with that he ended my life. He ended his shortly after, but first he glanced around his office. He reminisced all of his work he achieved over the years. It was sad to leave behind such history with no one to recognize it besides himself. Unless some lonesome survivor stumbles across it. The magnitude won't hit them as much as it did to him. History is relative and now we and the rest of Earth are apart of history. 

- William James Knutson

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