First dream With my friends we were in a post nuclear war city. We were going through some alleys, and we were ambushed by a large group of bandits. We have spread out, but most of them ran after me. I was fighting, and brought them to their knees with a few puches. Then, I ran through some abandoned flats, and met my friend in the power plant. We tried to turn the generators on, and we made it. Second dream I was writing a story about that first dream, and it had even good reviews, although some flaws were spotted. *Dreams about dreams...*