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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.

In my dream I lived in huge, ever-changing house. We had to escape my barbie dolls because they were coming to life. I went to warn a famous Ukrainian poet, and came across a roofless room. Against four wooden pillars there was standing the poet, a king, a queen, and Poison from street fighter. Whenever I would talk to them some sort of death with the pillars would occur. So me, my mom, my grandparents, my uncle, my aunt, and my little cousin, fought the dolls and escaped the house.

In my dream i had like this rash on my right hand looked like scabies or something so the doctor kept treating it like scabies but it wouldn’t go away then the doctor decides to cut my hand open because it’s not getting better and it’s starting to hurt he cuts along the bottom from like my thumb across the bottom of my palm and peels it back inside there is like a honeycomb shaped nest like thing and all these black marble sized eggs in the holes of the honeycomb like moving around

Hi I had this dream, if anyone can help me piece it together that would be great. I thought it was pretty interesting but I don't know if it is good or bad. So I was at my old University and I went to go see a play by Aeschylus, the Greek tragedian. There wa this huge amphitheater on my campus like the real Greek ruins in Greece (not really a part of my school's campus). I was with a friend, a very brainy now-PhD candidate and we were heading towards our seats but she said no, your ticket is BBB you sit over there. So I take my ticket in seat BBB and go to try to find my seat. I look everywhere and can't find it. Meanwhile I see that my friend is in the front row. I look all over to the point where I accidentally walk across stage. I realize my blunder and sheepishly walk off, some of the actors back stage were laughing at me. So I slink into this empty seat in section "I" seat "17". It's a little higher than the other seats but I think, oh this suits me. So I sit but I realize that I can hardly see the play when it starts, If anyone has any guesses as to what it means I'd appreciate the help. I just thought it was so weird that I remembered the numbers so clearly.

I was dreaming that I was in a giant store with lots of people and I remember putting an umbrella over my head(I don't know why).A break-up song was playing and so in my dream. Some guys were singing a long to it too so I started to sing to it, but once I did that, a girl was came from out of nowhere. She sat down across from and I cover my head with the umbrella. I slowly move it up just to see if there was anything I could see that give me a hint of who it is. She had a pony tail on and wore a beige rain coat. She was wearing black heels and on her umbrella, there was a name but I tried to figure out who's name was on there, but once the song ended, I woke up. Can you give me any ideas as to who that girl was? She looked pretty short too, based off of her silhouette.

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