A DREAM OF ARMAGEDDON by H.G. Wells I woke up, I say, because the girl had stopped fanning me. I was not surprised to find myself there or anything like that, you understand? I did not feel that I had fallen suddenly. I just took it at that point. Whatever memory I had of this life, this nineteenth-century life, vanished when I awoke, it vanished like a dream. I knew everything about myself, I knew that my name was no longer Cooper but Hedon, and everything about my position in the world. I have forgotten many things since I woke up, there is a lack of connection, but everything was very clear and clear at that time.