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Know what's the problem with prophecies? They're never crystal clear.

She had been having the same dream every night for the past week. Jump City was in ruins. The sky was dark. Out in the Bay, the remnants of Titan Tower were surrounded by a sea of molten rock. And perhaps worst of all, she was surrounded by her friends. They had all been turned to stone.

But tonight, there was something new in her dream. She was standing on the roof of a tower, and in the distance, she heard a roar. The very sound of it made her blood run cold. In the distance, a horrifying silhouette appeared against the horizon. It looked like the Devil himself. The creature turned in her direction, looked her straight in the eyes, and began to laugh.

Jinx woke with a start, covered in a cold sweat. What did that even mean! Normally her dreams involved colleges, or guys, but never the Apocalypse. She turned onto her side and focused her attention to the digital clock: 2:35. She knew it would be difficult to get back to sleep, and part of her didn't really want to, knowing what might be waiting for her. If there was ever a time for a midnight snack, this was it. She put on her slippers and robe and crept silently into the kitchen.

The large apartment wasn't exactly quite. The snoring from the room on the left was enough to explain why her roommate was named Mammoth. To her right, the repetitive music of some forgotten video game played continuously. Gizmo had probably fallen asleep at his computer again. For the first few weeks after moving in, the three villains had sorely missed the cozy accommodations of the Hive, but those feeling were soon dismissed when they were exposed to real food. It's amazing how a little hypnotic brainwashing can dull your taste buds.

Jinx opened the freezer and removed the gallon of rainbow sherbet. Dishing up a bowl, she sat at the table and ate slowly, savoring each spoonful. Fifteen minutes later, she placed the empty bowl in the sink to let it soak. She was about to shut off the kitchen light when she saw the padded envelope sitting on top of the microwave. Picking it up and recognized the Borders company logo, she knew it was the books she had ordered after the third consecutive night dreaming of Hell on Earth. The receipt said it had been delivered at almost 9:30 that morning. "Thanks a lot, guys." She muttered to herself. Reseating herself at the kitchen table, she slid a carefully manicured finger under the tape and opened the package.

Why We Dream: a Psychological Study of the Workings of the Subconscious Mind. The second book was Atlantis Found by Clive Cussler. If she was going to place an order, she might as well do it all at once. She set the Action/Adventure novel off to the side and began her research. An hour later, she felt she had found what she was looking for, and she was slightly less than relieved.

The one suggestion that repeated itself even more than the actual dream was the last thing she wanted to see. "Throughout the course of history, it has been believed that dreams have the power to warn us of some hardship we will soon experience. It has even been suggested that select individuals can see the future while sleeping."

Jinx stopped there and tried to collect here thoughts. As a Sorceress, she certainly fell under the title of "select individual." Girl, don't get ahead of yourself, she thought. First, let's narrow the possibilities.

True, she had often imagined defeating the Teen Titans, but even when she actually did, the Tower was always left intact. Some psychologists would probably tell her that as a super villain, her dreams were warning her that a thirst for power could ultimately destroy everything. This too was quickly dismissed. She didn't really want power, just to use her natural abilities to get ahead in life. This apartment certainly wasn't paid for with hard-earned money.

Jinx continued to contemplate the dream. It was just so…real. The more the dream occurred, the more she felt she was having an actual vision. But what part did she have to play in the End of the World?

She was just about to put the books away when a passage caught her eye. "It has been reported that two similar individuals could actually share the SAME dream." Jinx had never considered this, and as preposterous as it sounded, she couldn't dismiss it entirely. Was it possible she was seeing someone else's vision? And if so, whodid sheknow that could be called "similar"?

It suddenly occurred to her that this line of thought was giving her a headache that could make Mammoth cry. Whether it was caused by confusion, exhaustion, or stress, she didn't know or care. Nightmares or no, it was time for bed. After two aspirin and a glass of water, Jinx returned to her room. She made it through the first three chapters of the Dirk Pitt book before falling asleep. Thankfully, she did not dream for the rest of the night.