The Vision of a Nightmare

The Vision, Miami Beach FL 2005

All reproduction rights reserved Wm. Greiner

I have always had trouble remembering my dreams, 

although this is a nightmare - dream?

I am on a bus , like a Greyhound. Its night time and we are traveling along what appears to be an interstate highway. The wind starts to blow pretty strong. Its shaking the bus, back and forth. It gets my attention , then my discomfort and then my fear. I now see a bright white light moving towards us. It's moving very fast. The wind , the light , whatever it is engulfs me and the bus.

Its all over!