It was a cool and calm night, but I woke up so hot I could not breathe, I felt like I was smothering. The dream had seemed so real, like all the others over the years. I grabed for my dream journel and began to enter yet another trip to dream time. A tip that I knew was a vision, but a vision of what? Past, furture, a next life time? The questions never had answers, only more visions. After I recored my dream, I looked at the clock. Only 5:00am, I didnt have to be up for another 2 hours, but I was wide awake now. I slipped on my robe and made my way to the kitchen to start my coffee. I needed it badly this morning, since when I have these dreams, it feels like I dont get any sleep. The smell of the brewing coffee filled the kitchen and I poured the steaming dark liqued into my cup. I sat down at the kitchen table, and being thinking about my dream, my vision. They were always the same scene, total destruction, chaos, a landscape that looked like a bombed out town, of 100 years prior. Everything look so bleak it looked as if it was in black and white. Only small clan's of people left, those who knew how to survive. I tried to shake it off for now, trying desprestly to wake up and try to come back to this life. As I siped my coffee, I could not help but wonder, when, when was all this going to happen, or is it at all? Has all these years of this vision, just been a repeating dream?