vision or dream?

I saw it like it happened right there and then, yet it didn't happen.
Well, the new Harry Potter book, sixth book, titled "HP & the Half-Blood Prince" has been announced by J.K. Rowling that she has completed it and will be on sale at book stores world wide come July 16th 2005. This brings me to my dream . . . or vision.
It happened just a few seconds before I woke up from my slumber. I was reading the third chapter of the sixth book, which was aptly named "Hermione's Choice". My eyes barely scanned the first page of this chapter but I could make out that someone was planning a party and that McGonagall was there as well. I think she was reprimanding someone or speaking very harshly at someone. So, yeah. Right after that I woke up.
Wouldn't it be creepy if something like that actually happened in the book itself? It would be immensely strange that I get these erratic and random dreams or visions if it really came true. But I'd rather not hold my breath.

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The cockpit was quiet. Too quiet, thought the pilot as he diverted away from some clouds. The sense of forboding was on him. Like something might strike any moment. He kept his mind on manning the plane as best as he could in the air as rain started to pelt against the windscreen, blurring the visibility rate. Suddenly, a rush passed his ears and all was black. A huge dark shape like an overgrown monkey was clamouring on him, scratching him this way and that while shrieks and cackles rung throughout the body of the plane. It was now swerving dangerously in mid-air. The pilot lay sprawled on the cold steel floor panneling while the plane regained control as mysteriously as the pilot was knocked out as quick as lightning.
The family of four in this unassuming suburban home was getting ready for the day like any other suburban family. Unless, you're one of the member of the Powerpuff household, you're anything but ordinary. Vacumn cleaners was sucking dirt and dust from all four corners of the house with just a press of a button. Okay, maybe a few buttons. Mechanical hands were on deck with one drying dishes, watering the posies in the garden, taking out the garbage, and dusting the furniture and fixtures around the house. The professor was tinkering again in his laboratory. Beads of sweat appeared on his brow as his pencil scribbled away furiously, deciphering formulas and mentally calculating numbers as fast as any modern calculators. The restless thinking in his little sanctuary was unlike upstairs in another room.
Three little girls were fast asleep soundly in their comfortable bed. The room, splashed with every colour of the rainbow, was a mixed and controlled mess. Cuddly toys, books, crayons, pencils, footballs, and anything that applied to the girl world were scattered everywhere. The sun rose peacefully as her rays touched and playfully tickled their pretty little blonde, red, and black hairs. Three pairs of eyes continued to stay closed and unperturbed by what was coming their way very soon.

Hence ends my first dream log entry.