Death on the road

Last night I saw a strange dream. That the world is actually ending in 2012. I am walking around communes and communities and socialise with kind strangers who dont mean a thing to me. We all travel in strange local trains that look like a cross between the Mumbai local trains and metros. Each one of us has a commuting anxiety. We are all desparate to shrink the city and reach our destination faster.
They are all talking about how the world is ending in one or two days now that 2012 is here. I get down the train and try walking the blocks. There are dead fishes and blood floating on the water everywhere and the road gets submerged in water which has dead fishes floating around. I jump on to remaining block of land(most of it has disappered under water!) and I fade to black in this 1st siren of devastation.
Too anxious about not knowing whether these are my last days on life as I knew it so far I am tensed about what to do to make the most of it. I dont have any freinds that I could easily meet in this fury. I strangely dont rememeber my family at all.
There is a siren that blasts my head with the suggestions that maybe I could call him just this once now! It should be allowed! the world is ending we are all going to die~surely its OK if I call him once for this last time. Because it is going to be the last for sure..I pick up the phone and dont dial: What if the world doesnt end? It will be another shameful outburst of emotion. Calling him can only be justified if the earth is falling apart. I cant take the shame of calling him against his wishes another time! Even though the world may be ending. Maybe I really want to die without calling him. Or maybe I dont have the time in this running to call him!
I decide to watch a film. The most widely accepted valid indulgence. I hope the film touches my heart and makes the last few moments worth it for I am too handicapped to deal with humans around me.I am becoming happy about getting to give up. I cant take this tension anymore. Lets Die I say if the time has come.
I walk out of the film and see Shohini, Juhi and Chitragandha Singh (the dusky heroine)wrapped in a red shawl looking gorgeous. They seem to be keeping their cool well. I say Goodbye and again start walking that tough road to commute home. Who knows I might finally communaly meet death today.