It was somekind of parallel dimension, and we lived in some sort of cyberpunk religion themed world, and as normal as any regular thing in life, we were told that humans were expecting the arrival of The Great Elephant From The Sky. Ok, no problem. I just decided to continue with my everyday chores.
Suddenly, after a few days of looking at the sky waiting to see if the Great Elephant would fly in, it actually happened. I was at a mall and I looked up through the windows, and yes... a big metal Box with sort sort of cross painted on it was falling from the sky, but... where would it land?... it was a huge box, I was scared it would fall on top of the mall and well, kill me. but no, I could trace the trajectory and... I was safe, but then I turned around and saw where it could fall... and oh, my apartment buildings looked like the place. I ran to the other side of the mall and pressed my head on the window, scared and amazed, and the box went right through the two tall buildings... well actually, almost right through... it hit a small part of Tower B... and it started crumbling down. I live in Tower A. But as B started to crumble to pieces, it went a little sideways and it hit Tower A... of course, this one also crumbled down. I was so shocked. Of course, at the same time I saw this, the metal box that carried the Great Elephant From The Sky, crashed into a complex behind my apartment buildings, it was my old highschool. It was completely destroyed. And the screaming, and the kids, and the bodies. It was all just a horrible sight.
My attention focused, for some reason on the school. I went out of the mall and ran to the school, and saw this horror. Bruised, injured teachers and parents were crying, actually not knowing what had happened. Kids dead on the ground, some still alive, but not for much. Chaos, fire, blood. I suddenly thought about what should have really been in my mind: my home. I then realized something, something very important and obvious that only dreams make you momentarily forget... my father was in my apartement. I started to cry. Just when I did, some person I know (can't remember), started complaining and said: "Oh, don't pay attention to him. he cries about anything." I ran to my demolished home but I couldn't get near. All the firefighters and the cars and the sirens and the people, they just wouldn't let me get near the place. I started losing control and then I realized yet another horrible thing: my dog was also in the apartment. I started to cry again. People started laughing about me because I was crying about my dog. I got really angry. REALLY angry. It was as important to me as anybody in my family, and this is so true.
I found my mother and I told her of the two beings who were in the apartment, and she said: "Now we're screwed." I asked her why, and she said... "now we don't have a computer". SO TRUE. damn it... i decided to fight the barriers, and ran to my apartment to find the computer and yes... my CDs, oh my god, my CDs were there. I hoped I could find some of my CDs among the shattered remains. Suddenly... the whole building was not demolished, only part of it, and yes, my apartment had only suffered partial damage. I entered my home and found my dog, alive and kicking, wagging his tail, happy to see me. The computer's alright, my CDs are alright, everything's ok. I go out and share the happy news with everyone.
But... what really happened? What happened to my father? Was he still alive? Was this Great Elephant From The Sky a saviour or, more likely, some sort of doom device, a sign of evil? And whatever it was... where was it? ... for... it was nowhere to be seen.
