I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but I remember living next to the ocean, in a beautiful grassy valley. Then, one day, a great Titan who looked like it was made of of lava rose from the sea and a wave of liquid fire swept across the valley. And so I ran, with the one companion I had left, to the other parts of the world (which was partitioned like rooms in a rumah panjang for some reason, and I've never even been to a real rumah panjang!) warning people about the coming disaster (and yes, when I turned around to look back, the wave of lava was catching up).
Many people didn't really believe me, but I went on and on to warn everyone else until I reached the end of the world, where I saw one of our ex-PMs, at which point I just burst into tears. Weird much?
