Are dreams just lucid thoughts? Or are they premonitions, logical snaps of what was, is, or will be? Are dreams somehow distorted by a dreamy mind to leave a quandary for the mind's eye, or is dreaming just a clearinghouse of the mind, riddance of the day's mental dross?
Have you ever woken up and felt you have just left something very precious and personal to you and felt sadness at its loss?

I have, and these 'emotional' dreams of mine are getting very consistent. By the way, my name is Joshua. I live on what you call Earth, Not your Earth, but the Earth of your future, the Earth in transition. We call it hell! I am not prone to dreams normally, but I can recollect vague imaginings from the previous night on the odd occasion. But now the nights are full of premonitions, warnings, and horror's from the past. I feel like I am slowly losing my sanity as my sense of reality is taken over by my dreams. So, welcome to my world!