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I was in a large building possibly an apartment complex with a group of people everywhere i looked there were people murdered and murdering others i realized that my only option was survival as the dream progressed i found myself killing others, my weapon of choice was a knife but i had a gun. i could hear the knife sinking into the flesh of those i killed i was killed at one point, by a chainsaw but came back as if nothing happened i woke after i drove my knife into someone\'s back as i slept i could feel my body shaking uncontrollably

I was in a large building, possibly an apartment complex, with a group of people. Everywhere I looked there were people murdered and murdering others. I realized that my only option was survival. As the dream progressed, I found myself killing others. My weapon of choice was a knife, but I had a gun as well. At one point, I realized that the gun didn't work, I could hear the knife sinking into the flesh of those I killed. I was killed at one point, but came back as if nothing happened. I woke after I drove my knife into someone's back. As I slept, I could feel my body shaking uncontrollably.

On a sail boat with family in the ocean a powerful storm came(at night) with huge tidal waves crashing and spinning my boat all around tidal wave after tidal wave some 20 or 30 feet tall hit the boat and flipped and rolled it over as water was pouring i had only 10 sec to take a breath as we rolled over and over gasped for air only letting a small amount out and taking in water to my lungs as we turned up right and the water drained out i could see light but the storm was not over yet so i ran out side to try and secure my boat with a friend the tidal waves kept on coming and finely one knock me way away from my boat and family when i realized what had happen i looked up and saw the biggest one yet a 100 footer and i look around for a safe place and just saw tidal waves all around so i ran into a out house ( bathroom) with the friend and waited for the impact when it all changed im now stepping out the shower and drying off like i just got finished with my shower and everything is bright and sunny and my family is there and every is telling me that ever thing is going to be ok then i realized that non of us had made it threw the storm we had all died

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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