I dreamed of an alternative life. In this one, I was awakened from my cryogenic sleep and integrated as a vault citizen. My qualifications and diplomas earned me a teaching position. Giving children an education about our world's history before it vanished under thousands of nuclear bombs.
"War, war never changes. Conflicts between nations led to the Earth's destruction in 2077. To survive, mankind was forced to create vaults beforehand to ensure a future. We are the remnants, inheriting a devastated world. But hope springs eternal. We have a far greater task ahead of us outside this shelter: rebuilding civilization, so that humanity can rise from the ashes. However, to achieve this goal, we have to know our mistakes, so that we don't make them again. Children, you are the future and the hope of a better world, don't forget it! Until another war comes along, whether against ourselves or against nature. And war, war never changes."

In my dream, once my class was over, I wandered through the vault's aisles until I reached the atrium, the central part of the facility. It felt very hot inside, so I decided to unzip my suit. In the shelter, each resident had a special place. Whether it was cleaning, maintenance of the emergency systems or being a security guard. You could have your meal in the canteen on the lower level if you wished. The vault itself operated under the Overseer's authority, who kept an eye on everything going on in the atrium from its glass window. The only place where you could find some privacy was the private quarters. With a job like mine, I had a dedicated bedroom all to myself, which I headed into.

Even in my imagination, I remained very close to myself. I relaxed, unzipping my jumpsuit even further and kicking off my heavy work boots. How good it felt! I sat down with some comics and a bottle of vodka to keep me occupied. To feel even more cozy, I put my feet up on the table and stretched my arms behind my head.
"Another ordinary day ending the same way. I wonder what's behind the vault door...The world may be destroyed, but there must be paradise somewhere still standing. I should think about that... Well, what can I do all alone?"

My dream's end met my wildest desires. Alone, aroused and horny, this emotional cocktail led me to bed, with a strong urge to pleasure myself. I softly and gently touched my clit, the alcohol boosting my arousal level even more. I imagined being in the same place as the one framed behind me. When I felt I was close to orgasm, I let out a moan so loud the whole vault could hear it. Fortunately, the soundproofing in the walls covered the entire facility. And only once my climax came, I became as silent as the night. Oh my God, I loved it! This moment of bliss rekindled my fantasy where I could accomplish anything I desired. But all good things must eventually end, the dreadful part halted by a distant voice:
"Calista, it's time to wake up you little slut!"