The visions I've had of it are ominous, indeed. Since childhood, I've been aware of the biblical revelations, lived through the "Nostradamus scenario" in 1984, as a kid in the cold war 80s. In my art, I've tried time and time again to start on a lighthearted project, only for it to turn to warnings. I Lived through Y2k, and 9/11...which I had a premonition of on that day. And if there were bad things in the past in my lifetime, it was never like the whole world shutting down. I started to let my guard down, thinking it wouldn't really blow up until after my time (even as a kid, I thought I wouldn't want to make it to 50, and I'm past 46, now), and that I would just muddle through with the time I have left. I was basically "killing time". But when I relax, that's when things usually hit, just like on 9/11, when things were actually going well for me.
Late 2019 early 2020, I was working on a couple of projects that took on a life of their own, against my original intentions, that turned into warnings that came true in 2020. It freaks me out because I don't believe rationally in the supernatural or mysticism, but it's a recurring theme in my head, nonetheless, and I can't explain it. Well, on one hand, I can explain the preoccupation with death, because I found my father after he killed himself when I was four. And I can understand the impulse to "save the world", because after that, my mother was abused by his "replacement" (that's all I can call him), and I had to save her physically, even as she was abusing her kids. The world was on my shoulders at a young age, too young. I had to try to save it, because the adults around me were letting it go to hell. So maybe there's nothing mystical about it, but that I'm just super-attuned to seeing the storm on the horizon. My doctor AND my therapist called it "hyper-vigilance", and told me I had to let it go, that that was the past, if I was to get better. But again, once I let my guard down, and that's when shit hits the fan.
If I believed in The Matrix and such, I'd think that I was creating all this subconsciously, or was being used as a conduit. But it's also like the curse of Cassandra, I've told people for years about the world cracking up like it has, and no one listened, and I can't stop it. Now I have to watch it happen. The only hope I have is that it's all a dream, or nightmare, and I wake up from it, that there's some kind of resolution that makes it worth it.