I almost feel bad for blogging about this at Christmas time, but it made such an impact on me that I really need to. In my slumber the night before last, I found myself in a very unfamiliar place...a war zone. It was quite scary. I was in Denver or some city in the United States and I remember people running everywhere. I could see planes crashing and I was dodging open fire and even bombs from overhead. I looked up and could see that the fire was coming directly for me and I this time I would not be able to avoid a hit.
I braced myself for the implosion. I stood as strong as I could and I knew I was about to die. But I didn't. After the smoke cleared, I knew there would now be troops on the ground and they would be hunting me, an American, the enemy. I tried to hide and still by some miracle was continuing to avoid the bullets flying past my head. But it was too late, I was captured by middle-eastern men and held hostage. I was pulled around with my hands tied together. I was pushed around and others just looked on. Somehow, I got away (maybe because they tied my hands in front and I much like Macgyver have skills in my dreams). I stayed there though, so did they. I think they were occupying what I knew to be home.
My husband loves war movies; therefore, I do too. But I have never dreamt like this before. It was real. I could hear the screams, smell the smoke and feel the fright racing through my body. I am blessed that I have never known war. If I were to ever protest something, this would be at the top of my list. I don't believe in it. I believe in peace. I am not naive, I just have faith in a better world.
I braced myself for the implosion. I stood as strong as I could and I knew I was about to die. But I didn't. After the smoke cleared, I knew there would now be troops on the ground and they would be hunting me, an American, the enemy. I tried to hide and still by some miracle was continuing to avoid the bullets flying past my head. But it was too late, I was captured by middle-eastern men and held hostage. I was pulled around with my hands tied together. I was pushed around and others just looked on. Somehow, I got away (maybe because they tied my hands in front and I much like Macgyver have skills in my dreams). I stayed there though, so did they. I think they were occupying what I knew to be home.
My husband loves war movies; therefore, I do too. But I have never dreamt like this before. It was real. I could hear the screams, smell the smoke and feel the fright racing through my body. I am blessed that I have never known war. If I were to ever protest something, this would be at the top of my list. I don't believe in it. I believe in peace. I am not naive, I just have faith in a better world.
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