I had it again. Lately, my waking moments have been haunted by this fleeting memory of a recurring dream. The dream isn't actually the same everytime, but it feels the same. I always feel abject terror run down my spine at the sudden realization I am alone -- absolutely alone.

It seems innocently enough whe it begins with me travelling through some sort of time portal that takes me to the future. When I get there, I know the year but not the day. In the dream, the first thing I do is tell myself what year it is. In each dream though, the year is different. I then cautiously look around. In each dream, the landscpae is different. In one, I come to a urbanized placed filled with so much ruble, as if war had come to that place. One time, I was in an endless grassy field -- no trees, no animals, no nothing. Just grass in a field that seemed to stretch on to forever.

As soon as I realize I am alone, fear starts to build-up. I try to fight off the nagging suspicion that I am the only person left in this planet, but my fear grows uncontrolably in my chest. Terror begins to grip me, as I finally accept the truth and could only mutter "the world ends on XXXX." I come to my knees. I wake up. The details of the dream float in the air and then disappear one by one, only to leave me asking "why?"