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I dreamed that my family and I had to move from a house that was suppose to have been our home. The house was 2 story home, in need of repairs, with a large backyard scantily grassed over with a beautiful garden area. I felt a deep connection to this home and great sadness to leave the home. A new family had already moved into the home and I kept offering to help with any repairs that may need done. The Mother of the family was cooking dinner and kept walking away from me, but seemed interested in my help at the same time. The dream ended with her overwatering and flooding the back yard.

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It was dark. But I think I was in Europe with a bunch of my friends and then we decided to stay at this hotel that was pretty much the setting of strake Jesuit which is my high school and the girl I am really into was there and a ton of others but it was like dark and creepy. There were just a bunch of things going on and it was like a puzzle for me because I had to put little pieces of stories together that I heard from different people to understand how I could make things normal again and not scary. People would give me riddles that if I solved I would go to a place and receive another clue. And with one story I remember I had to imitate this myth some guy told me and reenact it to get an object I needed as part of the final answer. In the end I had objects and clues and I was supposed to find some place to put everything I had, and then do some ceremonial thing so that the world would change back to normal. I was eager to reach the end. And this girl that I'm really into knew all of it including the final answer to my problem on how to turn the world back to normal. But she wouldn't tell me and so I was mad at her but she said she was just "following the law." It sucked because I was one clue away from figuring it all out before I woke up. It was like Alice in Wonderland weird. The dream was so vivid and I remember a lot... That's part of the reason it was so scary.

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I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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