it's the end of the world as we know it

last weekend a friend of my husband's told me, in conversation, that most dreams mean nothing --- scientifically, I guess. it seems that the daily bits we recall are just nonsense and it is only the recurring bits that signify, well, something. he asked of any recurring dreams I have. I have a few. one such dream, I told him, I haven't actually had in about a year, but for a number of years had regularly: the end of the world. in the dreams the world is ending and I play the role of comforter and one who helps guide others to a safe ending, not my favorite role (I don't like endings). though the manner in which the world ends is not ever the same in these dreams, the overall sensations are the same: terror followed by haunting calm. well, last night such a dream I had:
in a large shopping area, the building seems constructed from an old barn. there are people just about everywhere. I am trying to get to my husband and friends. I find my husband when I walk into a large gymnasium; the people inside are perplexed by a large, gooey puddle on the floor. I walk into a kitchen and grab a mop. I begin cleaning up the goo, but soon realize it is "alive", as I mop it, it shifts and bubbles -- like breathing. I begin to clear the room when another large puddle appears. A low voice, from behind me, whispers to me what I am beginning to piece together: this goo will eventually - an immediate eventually - cover every acre of land on Earth and gobble all life up. Panic ensues. People are running, screaming, crying. I work my way through the room soothing the frightened people and then begin to lead them onward -- where to, I'm not sure, but it's evident that they must move on. I wait at the door where I lead them out to catch sight of my husband's face. I worry that I will not see him before everything ends. I wait and wait almost losing my composure completely when suddenly his face appears and we embrace.
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This one definitely has a sci-fi channel feel to it. Lately, I've been an ESPN girl, so I don't know where such things come from in my brain.