This is my day off work. I've come to a trade fair or exhibition. I'm with a woman friend and have come here more because she wanted to come than for myself. In the back of my mind I know I have a hundred things I should be doing. I have a niggly feeling about hurrying up, getting home. It's a bright sunny day, sun streaming through the open air windows (no glass in them) lighting up the interior of this dark barn-like structure. My friend and I are at a counter, having a snack, or lunch, not in the main room of the exhibits. There are only a few people here. My friend notices a gentleman who is standing to our left behind us, leaning, resting against the wall with his legs crossed in a relaxed position, eating his lunch. He looks very British (like Sean Connery). She exclaims in surprise to see him - "I must introduce you!" We approach him together and I recognize him as a well-known author. We enter into an interesting, stimulating conversation, and I forget all about my concerns about getting home.
Suddenly, I notice the sky growing dark. I look out and see a large black funnel forming in the sky, the shape of a funnel. It's growing larger by the minute, heading right for us! Panic! We wonder where we can be safe - it's so open here, though the structure is very solid, the timbers large in this place. We scurry to the farthest part, off to the side away from the impending strike of this black force.
I look back towards the entrance of the entrance of this small vestibule, and as light comes in, can see in the air a myriad of shiny, thin opal-coloured filigrees (threads) hanging straight down vertically as if attached to ceiling and floor. I realize they have come from the sky and entered without our knowledge. We don't feel them, but we are encased in them none-the-less. Upon closer inspection, I begin to see there are creatures hanging on them - black, mostly small unnoticeable to the human eye, but some are larger, one as large and similar to a bat. They are like nothing I've ever seen before, fascinating! I'm amazed, and can't take my eyes off them. I can't help wondering if they are what is making the dark funnel in the sky. I want to get out of here, but try to push my way out by pushing back the iridescent, opalescent threads, like I would with cobwebs in an unused room.
I'm outside in an open yard. There are scaled wooden logs about six feet long and six inches wide tumbling from the sky all around me. I hear them ping, almost a musical rumbling sound, as they strike the ground haphazardly. I have my arms up to protect my face and shoulders, and are hopping, jump over them as I run, trying to avoid the hit, lifting my knees high as I run.
I awaken, thinking "The Sky is Falling", just like in the Chicken Little story.
The tale about Chicken Little was a tale about gullibility, about presupposing, worrying about something that hasn't happened yet, the consequences that could be dire.
I related it to the constant fear-mongering of the media. Wouldn't joyous and news stories of good deeds be more enlightening?