I had a dream that shook me last night.
If you asked me before today, whether I've ever had nightmares, I would have told you not that I remember.
An old friend was in it (Steve). I was walking with him and others down a windy, mountainous road in pitch blackness, when suddenly, we saw an explosion - a flash of yellow and subsequent smoky cloud, behind the moutain ranges off to the distance.
The responsible plane flew onward. The sound was muffled. We paused, looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Next thing we knew, half a dozen more planes zoomed toward us. As they approached overhead we saw black objects being dropped from them. We stood there, glued to the ground, at a loss for what to do.
"Please," I prayed, "let them drop over there, or there...anywhere but here"
They did.
Loud, shaky eruptions surrounded us, one mountain over, then behind us on the other side of our mountain.
"Whew," I thought, "I didn't die today."
Then, a black thing came. Dust enveloped us as cement chunks and debris flew into the air, blanketing over...
We dove to the ground, and that's when I woke up shivering.
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Everything that should be said about this election has already been said, by millions around the world, so I will not belabor it.
But, I just wanted to share, a subconcious fear, that was so profound it made its way into my deepest slumbers.
Let us stick together, and love fully.
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