... 5 years and 19 days later.
I was traveling with my wife, Emily, and we were in Virginia near the area where I grew up. We were with a few other people, and somehow, maybe through something like a TV or radio news broadcast, we found out that the world was in the process of ending. It was simply just winking out of existence a bit at a time.
We were near my grandparents' old farm house, and I started seeing evidence of the world ending there. Patches of reality were just blinking out and being replaced with just pure white, almost as if the planet were a picture on a white board that was in the process of being erased. I felt a little nervous about this, but somehow I realized that even though we were at the end, there was someplace else I could go. I could go to the "next world".
It turned out that Earth was one of many (thousands? millions?) Earths, and they had come into existence from the original Earth. Earth 1 had spawned Earth 2 in a slightly offset reality or dimension. Earth 2 spawned Earth 3 in yet another slightly offset reality or dimension. Unfortunately each Earth that was created was slightly worse than the last, having worse weather, rougher terrain, more warring civilizations, and so on. On the flip side, the first Earth was the longest lived and most peaceful, beautiful, and Utopian of the line of the planets.
These Earths were not visible to one another or reachable by normal means, but in terms of moving from one dimension to the next, they were practically touching. One could travel between them as long as they knew how to travel across these dimensions.
It turned out that the newest of the Earths had been unmade and ended and most of the evidence of its existence and the existence of anyone or anything on it was erased. There were some of the best pieces and aspects that were being rolled back into the previous Earth, but shortly after, that Earth was also unmade and ended. I don't know how I realized this to be the case, but it almost seemed like something that would have been common knowledge.
By the time I had heard that any of this was going on, Earths had been getting wiped out for thousands of years, and it only took a few days for each one to go. The current Earth that I was on was somewhere right in the middle of the sequence, and it was now our turn.
Knowing that there were other Earths in dimensions before ours, I decided that I was going to be one of those few things that moved between them as the current one was wiped out. Pretty much all of the other people I had been with were no longer there, either wiped out or moved on to the next Earth. I wound up stepping towards one of the spots where reality has been whited out, and with a few moments to spare, I stepped through to the next Earth, just about right into the same spot where I had been in the previous one.
Colors were a little brighter, the weather was a little more pleasant, and the world just seems a little better organized. I knew that this one would be ending within days as well, so I was planning on moving to the next Earth, and the next Earth, and the next Earth, and so on, as long as I could, but the dream ended here.
