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Wanted to share this with the group--a really rough nightmare (and I don't usually have nightmares) that has ridden with me all day today as well:
My young son and I were visiting my aunt, but it was her old house (one she sold about 20 years ago). We were in the family room, which had a big picture window on one wall and a sliding glass door on another wall, and I saw a flash and heard a boom. For a second I thought it was a thunderstorm starting, but then a fighter jet flew over the yard.
As we were boggling that a fighter jet just dropped a bomb in our neighborhood, an entire phalanx of jets and other vehicles came through, from the same direction as the first jet, then turned around right over the house/in the yard and started firing at the enemy. I don't know if the jets and vehicles we were looking at were "ours" or "theirs"--all I knew was a battle had started and we were in the middle of it.
Bombs started going off all around the house, and we panicked. We started to run, but we didn't know where to go to avoid being hit. Then the house took a direct hit behind us, and we all screamed. My aunt ran upstairs; I took my son and hid in the closet in the side hallway off the kitchen. We rode out the barrage and the neighborhood was pretty much destroyed around us.
When it was quiet, I crept out of the closet to look for my aunt, but I saw the shadow of a person climbing in through a window. I knew it was a soldier sent to "finish off" anyone left alive, and right there in my dream I started measuring the consequences of running away with my son, staying put, or surprising the soldier and stabbing him with a kitchen knife. I figured that the soldier was probably stronger than I was and, being trained in combat, would be able to stop me before I could stab him, and I didn't want my son to see me get killed, so I started thinking of what else to do. And then I woke up.
I can't remember the last time a dream was so vivid and affected me so deeply--not just in the initial heart-pounding moments upon waking, but through the day and following night. I feel it was a form of empathic dreaming if not astral projection--I just keep thinking how families in the Middle East live like this day in and day out--whether it's Iraq or Lebanon or Israel or whatever country is in the thick of it this week.
And I just wish that our politicians could experience a dream like that, just once. Would it change the way they view those other countries they're so eager to attack?
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