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I was flying in space, in the universe, i saw the earth, the sun and saturn, i saw that earth was shrinking because the sun was too close to it, so i rescued the earth, and i tried to balance it back again so that it won't fly away into an endless cycle to nowhere. when i got the earth stable again, in it's axis, i also sensed that the gravity was a bit out of sync, but as soon as i got it under control, i saw someone i knew, sitting there on the earth, i told him to stay put and not to move too much otherwise he will cause the earth to swing into an unstable situation again. he was very sad and sorrowful for what has happened and he kept on saying he's sorry, he felt very guilty for doing something, but i didn't know what. then i saw saturn on my right moving closer, and i held out my hand and commanded it to STOP, and it stopped halfway and just stayed put. there wasn't a lot of brightness in the universe, only a dim light shining on earth and the sun looked quite exhausted. there was another planet on my left that was even closer to the earth, but i knew that this planet was responsible for keeping earth afloat, i think it was the moon. i remember speaking to God, asking Him to give earth another chance, they deserve it.

I had a dream where i was cutting branches off a orange tree and as I am cutting the oranges and branches off the tree I see a man standing behind it wearing a mask. And as soon I him there is a woman in a kitchen doing the dishes looking out a window. The same man is now n the kitchen as well, then he runs out the kitchen and the woman puts out her arm signalling to stop. ( also the woman had a expression of sadness and distress on her face as the man ran out)

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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