The Hand Of Death

I was oblivious to what was happening but people all around me were running about frantically. I looked around for my mom before climbing aboard a bus. She got there but there was lots of people who didn't want to go without family members so I started yelling "Leave them, if they want to die, let them!"
The bus started speeding and I still didn't know why we were in danger. But when I turned to look out the back window of the bus I saw what seemed to be a thick, black smoke rising up above the earth until it reached the sky and finally forming a giant black hand which in my dream was the hand of death. It was killing every life in its path and seemed to be going after the bus that we were in! I thought we were going to die so I hugged my mom tightly and told her I loved her (I must have really believed it because it's something I never do)

We headed towards the cemetary because we believed we'd find something there to beat death... don't know what it was. It was a beautiful cemetary on the coast, right by the ocean. It was cloudy and gloomy and everyone seemed to have spread out. Some parts of the cemetary were covered by trees which made it even darker and the breeze from the ocean would rustle the leaves every now and again. The waves down below seemed to be rising as the day progressed. The image is so beautiful in my mind.

Somehow we ended up back at home but we knew we couldn't go outside because death was lurking... I believe it was something like the end of the world. It was very quiet because we were the only survivors... there was no one else...