"War Is Peace"
1-30-07
I'm in a small house and it's nighttime. It is cold outside and I'm going through the house closing windows. "Why are all these windows open!?" I say to no one in particular.
Then I'm outdoors in a field and its daytime but appears overcast. I'm among a group of people who are surrounding a pick-up truck and a young girl is laying in the back and moaning. "She's sick, she's very sick!" says a woman holding a blanket. "I don't know what to do." she says and hands the blanket to another woman. The woman gets into the back of the truck with the girl and wraps the blanket around her. "She's very sick" she says. The sick girl's skin has a pale bluish-green tint to it.
Then I'm in a house. A young woman is standing at the front door, stalling a man who is forcing his way in. I'm holding a pair of earrings, silver with a swirling design. I'm putting them in my ears as the man forces his way in. I hide in a small parlor, crouching behind furniture. I'm very frightened but the man doesn't see me.
Then I'm in a field with another woman and it's daytime. We are dressed in work uniforms that resemble hospital gowns. The field contains tall grass like corn stalks. In the distance, we see a funnel cloud come out of a cloud. Out of the funnel comes a jet fighter, huge and triangular. It flies overhead and written on the bottom is U.S.A. "At least it's one of ours" says the woman. I don't feel that assured.
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