A few nights ago I dreamt of "after the end of the world" -- after it froze over, that is.
The sky was perpetually dark. The only thing that still looked beautiful to us were the stars above. There was nothing warm left in the world except for that light. Somewhere, the moon was in the sky, illuminating the snow around me.
I was in a camp with a small group of other people, maybe about 20 or so. We were all spread out in little clusters, families huddled together in their tents. I didn't understand why we were all spread out, we should've been closer.
Some of them tried to build igloos but they didn't understand how to do it properly, so I decided to try to teach them myself.