I'm up in the middle of the night because I had nightmares that frightened me and I can't go back to sleep. I have nightmares a lot, but not often so intense. You wanna hear it?
I don't remember the start of the dream, usually they start out calm and then turn into something frightening... apparently this was the same. I remember I was going to visit some friends (I have no idea who these friends were, I can not recognise them now that i am awake and thinking about it)in a nearby town (not sure nearby to where...) and I had the kids with me. As I got to the friends house, some ruckus broke out, and we heard shooting outside. We went to look, and there were these dark military vehicles on all the streets and men with weapons piling out of them. They seemed to be searching every car, every house, every person, and sometimes killing people. But most they let go. For some reason we got in the friends car and started driving around and trying to figure out what was going on. We were stopped several times by these foreign soldiers (we could now tell they were not American) always there were 4 soldiers, and they all pointed a rifle into the car at us while they inspected us. No idea who or what they were looking for. I kept trying to call my husband, but couldn't get hold of him. I called and called. When he finally answered I was totally panicked, and said he had to come get us immediately, and I needed him with me. We made it back to the friends house, and I saw my husband trying to get through the guards, he came around a back way and avoided most of them. He got out of the car and came running in the house just at the same moment we heard an eerie silence fall over the city. We thought at first that it (whatever it was) was over. And the soldiers were leaving. So we walked outside to look, and the place was almost empty of residents. People had escaped in their cars or were hiding in their houses. The friends and my husband were saying how it's safe now and we could go back inside. Then I saw over my shoulder 3 people hanging from ropes in the neighbors garage. One of them was a young boy. I restrained myself from screaming but I told them, we have to get out of there, and my husband wanted to go back in and pack some clothes and important things, and I looked to the other end of the row of houses and saw a soldier with a hatchet dripping blood, and I begged him to just help me get everyone to the car, I said "They are killing the children! Lets just get out of here with our lives!" then he saw what I had seen, and grabbed our daughter and I started ushering the boys to the car. And our friends got in and they seemed to let us drive away. They were letting anyone leave who wanted to leave. But they were "silencing" everyone who stayed. I woke up at that point. Now I can't go back to sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see that scene again... Is this what it is like to live under terrorist rule? It was just a dream, I know it was just a dream, but it was terrifying.
It's only 3:20. I've been up about 2 hours. Still 3 more hours left until morning. What a terribly long night...
-Sparkling