Two years after 2012

[metadreamer]

I was in a high rise apartment with friends, celebrating the countdown to Winter Solstice 2012. But when the moment came, nothing happened. Then I found myself in a marketplace staring down at an old book of prophecies by Oronteus Finaeus, the map maker who drew Antarctica without ice. The vendor was slumped over dead in his chair, shot by an assassin... apparently this book contained an important secret that warranted his death. I opened the book and a voice began narrating the contents: "On December 12st, 2012, nothing will happen. It will be a day like any other, and a nice day indeed. And the two years thereafter will also be quite nice. Then the end comes suddenly." Dream ends there.