I'm not so sure if this is appropriate for this forum, but I can't stop thinking about this really cool dream I had a while ago. I think that part of the reason I had it was because I went to bed a bit drunk.
This dream was weird because it had music and sound.
I dreamed that a super massive black hole had wandered close to the solar system and started sucking it in, and that mankind had gathered up all the life on earth into a bunch of motherships and they were fleeing to a bunch of different star systems with earth like planets. I was the captain of the last ship to leave. We were very close to the black hole, and parts of the ship were getting ripped off by the gravity. We were dumping anything we could to reduce our mass and buy us time while the ftl drive finished charging. It had this hammy heroic orchestral music playing, and we were very very close to making the jump. The last part of this dream sequence was me telling the chief engineer (I know, it's cheesy) to hold on, but he couldn't and he fell in.
Then, I was on the bridge of the ship, but it had crashed before it even managed to leave the earth's atmosphere, and it turned out that the entire previous dream sequence was a hallucination caused by some drugs I took before helping the people on board commit mass suicide. The weird thing is that there were no corpses around. The part of the ship I was on looked like the inside of a dead worm; everything was a light red color and the support beams looked exactly like ribs. I walked over to a mirror, looked in it, and I saw myself, but I was wearing this weird suit. It looked kind of like one of those fox suits you see furries wearing, except the face/ears looked like a white plastic Jason style hockey mask that was vaguely shaped like a fox's face, and the eye holes and breathing holes were pitch black and they seemed to kind of suck the light in. The best word I can use to describe the feeling I felt from looking at myself in the mirror was numb/hopeless or dead. I looked inhuman, like an unfeeling monster from a slasher. Then, I walked over to the jagged hole in the side of the ship that had been ripped open during the crash, and I looked out. The world was completely barren. It looked almost like mars, except for the earthquakes and the fissures and the lava, and the light was much more red. I thought about how I was the only living thing left in the entire world, and I felt completely alone and hopeless. I looked up at the black hole; it filled up a quarter of the sky. Then, I took the gun that I had used to kill the people on board, put the barrel in my mouth, bit down on the steel (I felt/tasted the coldness of the metal), and I pulled the trigger. That's when I woke up.