Dream Journal

Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh thank all the heavens and stars, thank God and life and dreams for freedom! I dreamed of being in a nasty movie, but it was real to me. There was such hatred and cruelty. People were being killed left and right. Mobs were killing people’s family members. I fled and was able to escape, but then I came back to see how it ended. I was shot and shot others in return. I was taken away by police, and sentenced to 26 months in jail, just when I was going to see Rebecca again, finish college, and see all my friends. I was devastated, crushed, crying in my sleep. . . . And then I woke up to such freedom and happiness!