memorable

I am inside of an instructional video on the plans of a racist group that plans to destroy Africa.

I hear an omniscient narrator say: "In five years, Africa will end the problems of this world"

Then there is a nuclear blast. I see a cloud billowing up on the horizon, then I look a round and see people being torn to shreds by a wave of heat and dust.

I am standing at the bottom of a long concrete staircase, at the top of which is a large building with a golden dome. I am packing my bag to go somewhere while I talk on the phone, next to a bronze statue of a four legged animal. I'm telling the person on the phone that it has just started to snow, even though it's the first day of fall. The trees are bare as though it is winter, and the sky is gray and overcast with a few flakes of snow drifting down slowly.
I put my bag over my shoulder and begin to walk. I'm on a path walking through a wooded area, next to a highway. I hear someone making distressing noises across the road, which is to my right, that are supposed to be some kind of animal call. Every time I think it is some kind of animal and have to remind myself it is only a person imitating an animal. They begin making some kind of guttural rumble, and at that moment the most beautiful horse I have ever seen comes tearing through the woods from my left towards the road, disappearing into some bushes. It is thin and small, black with white spots and moving impossibly fast. i seem to watch it move over and over.

I am in a dark hallway, with a dark red carpet, scattered with dolls. Death is coming, and a voice is talking to me. There is a pile of childrens toys right in front of the door. The voicce says that if I'm going to bring daeth here I need to give him something to make him happy about being tricked into coming here. The door opens and Death (looking like the Grim Reaper) Is standing there. I hold out one of the toys to him. I notice I am seeing myself from outside, and am a young girl in a yellow dress.
The voice speaks again, and says that if death comes on his own, then I have to go straight to the game we will play. And there always has to be a game. The door opens again, and this time I hold out a child's skeleton with a spike-studded skull, all made of metal. Then I am flying upward.