[ WP ] Turn your favorite/most vivid dream ( s ) into a detailed narrative

It was coming. 
 
 What was coming, you ask? 
 
 The scientists called it a `` Purple Comet''. They said it could be the most dangerous asteroid in recorded history. 
 
 It was coming. 
 
 Six in the morning used to be dark and cold. Used to. Now, the light outside is overwhelming. People everywhere hugged their children in fearful anticipation, ready for their lives to complete. 
 
 It was coming. 
 
 BBC One was airing the news at the moment, the anchor looking especially bland today, sharply contrasting with the severity of the stuation. The worry showed in his crystal green eyes, though. God Save the Queen played in the background, and the anchor, one mister Crowne, signed off for the last time. 
 
 It was coming. 
 
 The strange fox that I had befriended through the years was sitting at the table, complacently waiting for the inevitable. I swore that I could pull all my hair out when he's around. I opened the door to the front and saw a strange black orb. It was fairly nondescript, and was made of cast iron and nickel. 
 
 Ethel's nachine. 
 
 I ran back into my house, determined to get the fox into the craft. He'd not budged. He was a fox, but he was stubborn as a mule, he was. I had to pull him by the ears in order to get him into the machine. There were two compartments: One for a suitcase and a bottle of water, and one for a pilot. So, I did the smart thing and put the fox into the luggage compartment. 
 
 The machine was n't hard to operate, since its technology made it as easy as using a flight stick in a simulator. 
 
 We passed the upper atmosphere. 
 
 It was coming. Was. 
 
 The asteroid collided with Hamburg, Germany. The shockwave was felt even off the planet, in our little craft. As the light subsided, I said to Ethel `` I heard there's water on Mars.'' 
 
 He simply glared at me and said `` Now's not the time to make jokes, Gwen. The planet was just smashed into fifths!'' 
 
 Well shit. The scientists were right.
