Dilemma

We were given a cryptic message by prehistoric beasts. Our reality is ending and there is nothing we can do about it. That's what they told us. I had no idea what that meant or what we were to do with that information. It would be easy to forget such a thing. Assume it was a stress induced hallucination. But it wasn't. It really did happen, and we had to decide to tell or not to tell. On one hand it would almost make no difference not to tell. The reality was ending and there was nothing we could do about it. It was clear as day. Besides they'd probably laugh us anyways. I could hear them mocking us as we told our story with the utmost sincerity. However, as unlikely as it was they'd believe a word we said, we decided ultimately to tell. Knowledge is power, and they could do whatever they pleased with this information. Believe it or don't believe. The choice was theirs. Unfortunately, we didn't get to say much as we stepped into the fountain shop.  There was a loud "congradulations" and cheering as we entered. They didn't see a mad, homeless person with us. Therefore we did our job. Therefore we were successful. Wilber gave us beer floats. It was followed by beer,  and that was followed by another beer. I'm sure you know where I am going with this. It was a night of merriment and unearned celebrations, and slowly but surely the guilt sunk back in.