I'm in a city in the desert. A woman begins ringing a bell. It is like a church bell, but I know that this bell is different, somehow darker, more sinister; it sounds only the knell. Mine.

Suddenly there is a dust storm; it seems as though it could consume not just the city, but all life everywhere. Everyone begins to fade away as though made of sand. I walk into the dust storm, and I see family members, some living and some who have died, walking toward me. I embrace each in turn, and I continue on as they fade away.