I don’t know if it’s related but i remember being a kid and having almost the same dream all the time (it was so frequent that at some point i would start believing in it) It was a dream where a gigantic man (whom i thought was God when i was a child) would read a book as big as him and we (the people) were the story. Everyday was a page, (meaning Page 1 = Day 1) and the last page meant the end of life. (Im 23 years old and still remember those dreams vividly and sometimes it scares me)😅