Getting back together & the world ends

I had a dream the world was ending. It started with a break up from my current ex who I live with— I moved out and into a shared space with a couple of girls I was friends with in high school. One of them was a girl who slept with my previous ex. In the dream we’d never had a falling out and remained close. She was seeing my previous ex in the dream and I found it incredibly hard to keep my eyes off them when they interacted. She was very into him but it was evident he had his reservations with me there. We’d been looking over a map and planning for some event when she left us to go shower. I glared at him, forcing all my hate and disgust into one pointed glance. He shrunk into himself and wouldn’t meet my eyes after glimpsing at my expression. He walked out and grabbed his “dad” —some scraggly looking guy in overalls that couldn’t finish his sentences— to talk. I was having big feelings about everything. A part of me wanted him back in my life, the other part of me thought that was a mistake, something I fall on every time one of my relationships end. Not to mention he was with Kayce now. I didn’t want to hurt her but I wasn’t unaware that she hurt me first, that he was mine first. When James dad came back in with his boy, he pulled me into the kitchen to talk. Though his speech was garbled I kindve got the message. James feels big shame, big hurt, big love. I was feeling rather apathetic about it, hearing this from his father. He obviously didn’t have it in him to tell me to my face. His father grabbed me before I marched off and told me to be sweeter— I told him I wasn’t just sweet, I was sour, I was tough, I challenged the people I loved and I would not change. I found James and said the same thing. We didn’t touch or kiss or anything like that but we understood we’d be friends until we could work up to something more. I couldn’t tell anymore what was a dream come true and what was a mistake. Shortly after our reunion, in which Kayce left the apartment crying, a plane fell out of the sky and crashed into the ground sending hot orange light and wreckage careening in every direction. Other things started to go wrong too. We were together for a minute, planning, gathering our things… and then he was gone and it was just me. I packed everything I could but I kept losing things or my car wouldn’t start. The world was turning mad, people were killing each other in the streets, raiding stores. The world was ending. I couldn’t find my dog. I finally get my car to turn over and drive off nearly out of gas, with a broken windshield, and new found fear in my heart.