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Sitting at dining room table across from someone (I don't see the face only the gun). I know they are going to shoot me. I ask isn't there any way they don't have to kill me. they ask me not to beg like they have too much respect for me to hear me like that. I know it doesn't matter if I beg. they stand over me. I am kneeling, I cover my face. I am resigned to death. they point the gun at the top of my head and pull the trigger. I feel pressure but not really pain. I begin to wonder if I have been shot after all. I get up onto the dining room chair, a little woozy and weak. Sitting I put my hand to my head. it is bloody. I can feel the blood on my hand. In the next room is my teenage daughter watching TV. I stumble to her and try to explain and tell her I love her. I wake up. - this dream has been driving me crazy all day.

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So, my dream started out as me being summoned to a strange place,like a training facility. I was told it was a x-men training camp and that I had powers I've near tapped into because I hadn't been trained to do so. I was told there were light and dark spirited x-men and I was of the light. When we started training I was assigned to a 5-man team of light spirited x-men and we quickly defeated a 5-man team of dark spirited x-men. I was intially told I would only be required to train once that day but fought in the next nine battles of the day. After we trained there was a community dinner between the light and dark spirited x-men put on by Professor Xavier. During dinner, a female dark spirited X-man told me darkness would never defeat light because the commander of light has the ability to give us ongoing strength to always win the battle. I left with another young lady and went home, she was a soul reader and said my girlfriend kids were all dark soul but my girlfriend was half light and dark. My girlfriend greeted us was called away by her two sons. They came back into the room and her youngest son was very happy he was dark and stated one day he would defeat me, I laughed knowing he couldn't which angered him. The young lady also told me my girlfriend had been summoned as well because she was one of the five mutant spirits that were both light and dark, during training three chose to remain totally light and one remained dark but she didn't attended so one remained without choosing. She missed training because of one her children need her to talk with the principal for getting into trouble at school.

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I was helping a pregnant woman who was supposed to be my cousin. I found a young boy who was unwanted and the cousin decided to adopt him. I helped around the house with chores and in the yard. I parked my car across the street from the house and a lamp pole fell on it. The pole dented the passenger side of the car, but the car seemed to absorb the pole. I argued with my cousins husband about the seriousness of the event and he walked away angry. He started doing yard work while his parents watched. I poured mmy heart out to him and expressed love for him and his wife. I grabbed him and gave him a big, tight hug, after which he forgave me. Then the young boy was taken to see a doctor and we found out that he is very sick. I walked back inside the house, which is designed like my ex- boyfriend s house, and I found my dog dying in the front hallway. My husband appeared and he would not help me with the dog. I ran around like crazy trying to get help, but no one would help. The dog psuedo-recovered. I was doing dishes in the kitchen when the husband and a ton of family appeared. He was giving a big speech about the effort everyone gave. As a reward he handed out tickets to everyone to see a play at a concert hall, but he gave me and my husband tickets to go to San Francisco. I was overwhelmed and thankful. I got into a fight with my mother over which one of us had suffered more. I stood over her yelling in her face about my sacrifices. The cousin and husband wanted private time and kicked everyone out except me. I finished the kitchen and cleaned out the refridgerator. Then I looked down the hallway and I could see the couple getting intimate, but they ignored me. I then went into the back playroom whereThe sick boy was watching television. I talked with him some more and told him how much I loved him and that I would protect him. Then we were at a missile base somewhere in America and we tripped an alarm. Missiles started firing and some men showed up to help us escape. We had a blast riding rocket ships. We were badasses.

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I had the most interesting dream last night we went to a place and had to sneak around a bit to find the place we went on a boat which we had to climb to the top of the sails of and we were going real fast then it turned off the water onto a path it turned the corner sharply and then we were back in the base of the boat going along the footpath. We saw a few cars and a truck pass us but they were on the road which there was a row of trees between us and them. Then we came to a stop at the corner of a cross roads. We walked to the middle of these cross roads and got into a 4x4. Drive for a little bit then pulled over, and on the corner was a spot where water was coming out of a rock formation. It was pretty, but unusual for a part of a small township. Anyway, we pulled back a small part of the rock to reveal a gate. You looked over the gate and there was a huge waterfall, right in the middle, which landed in a small pond in the middle of a well designed secret place to stay. On the left of the room was a bath and shower, on the right was a double bed and a few singles. And there was another room straight through that you saw dining chairs in. Me being skeptical was sitting outside not looking in but when you convinced me to I did and was amazed. However after a little while I left the place, because I realised I would be late for work if I didn't find my way back. So I went out the now slightly broken gate, and realised I was lost. But because I had closed the gate, when I re opened it you were turned into a teddy bear and I had to buy you because the waterfall and everything else had disappeared. I was sad so I paid the money and took you and I woke up

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It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

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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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