Entropy Reduction Response

I had a dream. In the dream, the future is dead. It's a blurry, distorted place. The laws of physics are like melting wax and time is a mess. I saw the sounds of colors and heard the smells of shapes. There I came across something made of broken mirrors. It told me it was called a "memephage." It feeds on "concepts" and drinks on "meanings". It is devouring the future and, through my dreams, injecting this "nothingness" back into reality.