The first time I dreamt of the end of the world was nothing short of beautiful and terrifying. It seemed to be a beautiful sunny day outside, I was watching the clouds roll in from my living room window. The clouds started moving faster and faster and soon it was raining.
Suddenly the clouds formed a body and then a face, then I could recognize God in those clouds, he opened his hands and brought them back together in a loud clap... There was a smile on his face as if he was welcoming us all.
The second time I dreamt a very different end of the world, I was in a grocery store with many other shoppers. I was going through the checkout when we all looked outside; I screamed, "Look at the tornado forming!" As we all watched the black clouds moved faster and faster and started coming together blacker and faster. Most people were now hugging and crying and saying, "Oh My God". Suddenly the clouds parted in the center and a fully formed man with black tattoos was floating in and out of the clouds, his face was not ugly, but not overly handsome either, he kept coming closer like a TV screen, then the clouds that had continued to move and shift around him seemed to separate and become rats dropping to earth.
I had these dreams approximately 2 weeks apart.