Dream 1 ((fragment)) I had a dream about me & some men, there were about 2 or 3 of them. I also remember something about body guards, i'm not sure if the men were body guards or if someone was talking about body guards. Dream 2 I was in my old bedroom from when i was 16 in my old house. I was there with my hubby. My hubby found an explosive that was attached to the strap of my shoe, the time was ticking down, it went from 16 mins to 3 mins then to 61 mins then down to 1 min, i panicked big time then thought "what the hell" ((I missed that sign grrrr!)) My hubby pulled the explosive off and quickly threw it out the window. I went downstairs and said to my eldest daughter "where's Cookie?" ((thats my dog)) she said "i put him outside" I went ballistic and screamed "GET HIM IN NOW!!" I went and got him and steered him away from the bomb as i guided him inside. I then thought about where my youngest daughter was ((her bedroom was above where the explosive was)) I screamed to her "GET OUT OF YOUR ROOM NOW!!" I ran upstairs and grabbed hold of her and quickly dragged her out of the front door
I am on a vast beach of pale yellow sands, under a pale orange sky. There are some dunes in front of me and the eerily calm ocean behind me. On the other side of the dunes is a large flat area where I can see several mounds from which smoke is pouring out. Upon closer inspection of these mounds I find that they are actually holes in the ground that are overflowing with smoldering debris. The burnt materials includes large chunks of wood and scraps of metal or plastic, and partial or complete bodies of dead children. The skin of the dead children was a ghastly gray colour where the flesh remained uncharred and completely black where it was. The uncharred, grey flesh was cracked and peeling, like it was made of leather or something. Their eye sockets were all empty and their tiny mouths agape as if in a perpetual silent scream. I suspect that these smoldering mounds were someone's attempt to cover up some horrific crime and I quickly retreat from there, feeling ill, angry and downright disturbed. I see a gathering of people in the dirtance and walk towards them. When I am close enough I can see that it is a large group of men, of varying ethnicities, wearing white robes and sitting in four large groups. The groups are arranged in four sqaure patterns and every man is sitting facing due wast. There are several men in black robes walking in slow circles around the large group. I am approached by one of these men and I notice as he gets closer that he is leading a child by the hand. The child looks exactly the same as the dead children in the smoldering mounds - gray, cracked skin, empty eye sockets, etc. except that this child is very much alive. The child's head turns in my direction, lips moving as if to say something, but the man in the black robe interupts and tells me that I am not welcome there, because I am a woman, before continuing on his way with the child in tow. I see that all of the men in black robes are leading living dead children around, and all of them divert from their circular march around the large group, at least once, to tell me to that I am not welcome there because women are not allowed. I ignore all of them and go where I damn well please. I try to get information about the dead children, and the condition of the living children, but no one will answer me, but neither does anyone try to force me to leave: they just express their disapproval of a woman being there, then go about their way. The sun begins to set and the large group of men in white robes begin to chant in a monotonous, unfarmiliar language. I skip through the gaps in their group and revel in the fact that I am someplace where I am not welcome, especially because of a trivial social construct such as gender. While I get a few angry or condescending looks, none of the men stop chanting or try to force me out. Since I cannot get any answers from anyone about the children, I eventually wander elsewhere.
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