I had this space dream. A planet circles the sun too closely. It was hot, the people sheltered under a metal dome. Next the orbit will take them far form the sun. They are convinced the moon (god) will send a capsule to take them away. It gets cold, people starve, civilization withers, no capsule came.
By zones the web of light on the planet's surface went out. I was climbing ruins and rubble piles, digging arm-thick cables to hold on to out of disturbingly squishy stuff (bodies?). Only one zone was left when when the people made a last-ditch attempt to leave in two ships. One burst open on a friendly planets, but to be guests and exiles forever. The new planet was "bravely" circling four suns.
