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(In reality, recent massive solar flares have caused a worldwide geomagnetic storm, resulting in aurora borealis at unlikely latitudes, including my own.) I was standing in front of my house, gazing toward the north, and I saw what were presumably the northern lights. Eventually a colorful beam of light shot straight down to the earth, and there was an explosion. It was not a fiery orange explosion, though. It was a black translucent expanding dome. It got unnervingly close to me before it finally dissipated. It happened again on a different location of the landscape. I frantically ran to tell this to people I knew. They seemed disinterested, and their obliviousness only amplified my fury, causing me to yell as loud as possible directly to their faces. I finally got some people to observe this phenomenon with me. The beams of light were still striking the earth. Sometimes the dome explosions would be a bit too close, and we would be briefly affected by it. I only knew that it was crucial that we held our breaths as the domes expanded over us. Suddenly one beam hit only meters away from us, and we turned to run. We never even had enough time to hold our breaths, and the black translucent expanding dome struck us with violence, penetrating without relent right through our bodies. I must have been knocked out, and I awoke seconds later to find that everything had been made two-dimensional, including our bodies. I was holding some flat objects, looking at and flipping them over. The floor and sky seemed to be one misty solid pastel color, and the horizon may have no longer existed. I began discussing this dimensional downgrade with someone nearby, and they proposed a fine argument that everything was flat, but still three-dimensional. His proof of this was found in the fact that objects can still be flipped over like polygons.