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I was home with my older brother when my water broke, I didn't even look pregnant, and I went into my room and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. later that day I was cleaning when my friend came and I started to tell her how I thought I was pregnant but not sure, all that while I had forgotten I have already given birth, when I did eventually recall, I ran into my room only to find my baby crying and I started to breastfeed her, but she looked older as though she was born 5 months ago. later that evening my current boyfriend called and asked if anything had happened a though he knew we were expecting, when I told him I gave birth in the morning he threw a bitch fit because I never told him, ad my baby just kept asking ''is that my daddy?'' at this point she looked 10, and I was shouting using her name telling her to keep quiet and sit down, and he was confused. at the end of the dream I was taking her to his house.

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.

I dream that I was with my sister in this bus. It was during the night the night was extremely dark you couldn't se much. But where we got of was a long road with many street lights that lead to a town. This town was surrounded by a mountain . And the road we where at lead to three other roads one lead to the left side of the mountain the other to the town and the last one lead to the right side of the mountain. The roads that were by the side if the mountain led to a small wood house all the way at the top of the mountain.all the three roads the town and even the wood house had many lights around them making them look brigh. Well my sister and I walk throught the road up the hill from the left side.and on the other side was my first love with his girlfriend . When we got to the wooden house I stay outside and my sister went inside the house. When my first love and his girlfriend got there I try to hide do they wouldn't see me . But he stay outside while she went inside. And after a while he saw me so we started talking and we look down at the town that look beautiful but realty small from our perspective. We talk for long time and ended up holding hands.

I was on an island in a big city like San Juan, Puerto Rico. I lived there, and this beautiful man named Jermaine was there with me. It felt amazing to be around and with him. We communicated perfectly, effortlessly, often without a word. We were running, surfing and swimming together through the streets over hills and past houses and lights. My twin sister was with us. Suddenly I lost track of them and I was searching for them. I somehow went down a path that had lions - male lions only - behind barbed wire/chicken wire fences, which wouldn't really hold them back. One charged me and I backed up. I backed up all the way to the streets again, but I was alone.

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