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I thought we would all die when something like this happened
This piece of my puzzled dream is washed away with a quick fade to black, then the next scene I see is about fifty people walking around somewhere in an American suburb in shorts on a cloudy day, when all of a sudden black flakes start to fall from the sky. It's cold at first, they think it's ash, but as it touches their skin they can feel and see it's black snow. It's cold and begins to melt right away as it touches their skin. One person yells out ''It's snowing in August, what's going on?'' This glimpse/scene also fads to black quickly, and now I'm in what looks to be an enormous fuselage of a military plane. I see all along the walls those yellow packets that are placed in cluster bombs (there's hundreds of them). My eyes are now focussed on the outside of the plane and it's fully loaded with bombs. What kind? I don't know! Again this fades to black, and I hear Americans talking. One person is saying how surprised he is that after so many nukes have fallen we're still alive... I thought we would all die when something like this happened.'' They are sitting in a house with no roof and few walls in candlelight. Again in the dream I tell myself, ''Got to wake up and see Leon before he goes to work.'' I thought he came back to help me get out of bed. I felt so weak, almost paralyzed, but I was still dreaming. Very frustrating! Somehow I managed to take a deep breath and yell out ''ENOUGH!'' That's when I woke up turned around and sat up to see what time it was. Good, Leon had not left for work yet, so I went out into the kitchen. He looked at me and said, ''You look like you've seen a ghost... Oh no, what did you dream?'' and then I told him. He told me I was awake and talking to him at 6 when the alarm went off, and then he finally got up at 10 after and I drifted back asleep. It was only 7 o'clock so the dream or whatever it was took place some time in that next forty minutes. Sorry, I tried all day to forget it, but the best thing I can do is write it down. That's the only way I know how to deal with these things. As you know, Helen, I always document these things by writing about them and sending a copy to you ...
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