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I ream that, i'm on a street walking where there are no cars passing but full of people and on the way going there was a drunkard, who was just cross me from one side to the other, saying he will not let me pass. So i tried the get back to use the other side of the road this drunkard still followed me so i started to run and he took a stone from the ground and raised it up and recite something on the stone and said the stone will hit my head. He threw the stone and i was trying to dodge it but it hits my head and i run into someones porch, there stand a girl and went and stood beside her asking her if i'm bleeding from the head, she said yes you are bleeding a little bit. All of a suddenly i see a lot of dead bodies, floating gently in the surface of a big gutter near the house.

I ream that, i'm on a street walking where there are no cars passing but full of people and on the way going there was a drunkard, who was just cross me from one side to the other, saying he will not let me pass. So i tried the get back to use the other side of the road this drunkard still followed me so i started to run and he took a stone from the ground and raised it up and recite something on the stone and said the stone will hit my head. He threw the stone and i was trying to dodge it but it hits my head and i run into someones porch, there stand a girl and went and stood beside her asking her if i'm bleeding from the head, she said yes you are bleeding a little bit. All of a suddenly i saw a lot of dead bodies, floating gently in the surface of a big gutter near the house.

Vacation, Met new people, on a gazebo raised on stilts, a big wave comes in and takes out the stilts. Structure collapse with all of us inside it. Water rushes in, make It to the exit and swim to escape. Try to run inside home but Ex-Girlfriend blocks the way. Walk away from the house. Carrying building material along a busy highway. I walk through several construction sites, building houses. I reach a large rest area/carwash, with a lot of bathrooms. It's a gas station. Theres a lawn mower with tank treds.

I was walking down a long highway, in a hilly part of what seemed like a desert, too my right i seen a large beautiful hill in the distance, i decided i was going to try to get to the top to enjoy the view, as i walked up the hill i became tired and weak so i sat down on a rock to catch my breath, when i looked down at my feet there where hundreds of snakes, i looked in fear as i looked i seen the body of a massive snake and as i followed it to see where its head was in fear of getting bit i had found it, the snakes face raised up and starred directly across from mine and he whispered " your mine "

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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