Dreaming in Digital

The rest of mankind died and only a hand full of us were left. We went to an elevated place so the floods didn't reach us, but now we had to worry about the sun or moon falling on us. The moon was going to crash into the earth in less than a week. We sat in an empty, large room without windows. Pillars held the ceiling up and the floor was reflective and of plain tiling. It was a setting sun; the tiles were a slate colour. My cousin was with me, and in a later part of the dream that I don't remember, Shortbread was too.