G4alien's 365 & 1/4 的生活空間

Yesterday I had a difficult sleep. The sleeping quality is quite bad and woke up with unusual fear. My mind was occupied with the view in the dream and the reality. I couldn't tell the reality and was difficult to distinguish the location where I really exist. The dreadful feelings made my heart pounding with fright. I seemed to be in somniloquy but I was not sure whom I was talking to. The fear was from a war aura and I heard the scream from an aged 30-40 years old woman shouting out her kids to hide in a bomb shelter.

The place was bombarded with fire ball and the explosion was thunderous with overnight air raids. The crowd stampeded and many were crushed or trampled by other running refugees. I felt trapped to get out of the scene from nowhere and heard of a plaintive wail and trembling cry out loud for help. Then I woke up with shivering and listen attentively of the sound outside. The night buses and the patrol helicopters caused my deep fear of the war, yet there is no war but my fear from the dream. Then I fell into sleep again but the scene of the war was in ruins and it resumed.

The woman who I just dreamed about shouting at me as if I were her kid, "get in the shelter, get in now!!! Help your sister and brother!!! Don't look back." I didn't know what has had happened and was bewildered, felt like a kid was awaken from the dream without knowing anything happened. I looked down and saw myself wearing white gown with an old fashion bow on the neck. I was in bare feet running to the ground and felt the muddy soil beneath the feet in the darkness. I was in a shock of the fire and could even smell the fire and ashes everywhere.

I tried to find the shelter as the woman spoke to me, but there was nothing. The surrounding was full of burning brick, bushes, and the remains. Suddenly the darkness embraced me and I felt dropped into a hole, waking up and said, "Where is the shelter? It's a war now and I should inform my parents."

It has been a long time not dreaming much about the World War II. I still remember the last WWII dream was about a German troop executing a family in a half destroyed building. I was not in the family but I saw the whole executing process, the blood spreading and the gun whole through the heads. It was so vivid and so untrue.