Babylon's Curse

I had a strange dream last night. Not the dream where I woke up, though. That's said to be the strangest dream of all. We dream it just before we die... or just after. I hope to dream that dream some day.

Wooden houses. Winter. A pale, red-haired slightly gothic girl. We fight a dream battle, with hammers and energy balls and boomerangs made of ice. The battle rages on and on, until we reach a standstill. We stop suddenly and I hold her, never looking at her face. We stay like that for some time. Then some friends of hers arrive and she leaves, not looking back. I disappear, unnoticed.
The sun rises and it burns. All who are caught in its rays are poisoned and eventually vanish. Some of us escape through the forest, dodging sunbeams through the trees. A few drive off in cars, but I am cruelly left behind with only a pair of wisecracking horses for company. Eventually help arrives, but the sun returns and we are all burned.

It somehow reminded me of another dream I once had. Most of it was irrelevant. But this one image I have... A young woman, light-skinned, red hair laced with grey, cloaked in grey, wisps of cobweb in the air around her... and she was beautiful. More than anything else I remember that. She was beautiful.
I wonder what it meant.

We had a street party today. Free food, entertainment... and yet it sat heavy on my heart. It reminded me that I have only six months left. Six short months until December. It's... not easy, staring death in the face like this. True, I don't KNOW that I'm going to die... I only have... thoughts. Ideas. Visions. Predictions. And there's always the chance that I can win. Maybe I'll defeat the challenge that awaits me. Maybe I'll return with my head held high. Maybe. Maybe. I don't rightly know. I wonder if the world will end on that day. Probably not. Maybe for me. I don't know... that's the trouble. Six months until maybe I die. Should I be worried or not? I don't rightly know. I can't rightly say.
Six months. Such a terribly long and short time.