2013-05-08-0847Z


In my dream I was about 17, living in California with my German father, my mother and maybe 2 younger siblings. I was playing outside one evening when suddenly we were pelted by stones, thousands of them. I heard on the radio that this was happening all over, and that it could mean only one thing: the Russians were attacking. So I ran back home and started opening the shelter hidden under a toilet, trying to convince my Mom and Dad to get in, but they dithered. I heard Russian voices to the left, and ran to the right. They were already at the house, in overwhelming numbers and with their AK-47s at the ready. It was over.

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