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Nov 2012
This is the end

On the ground and in the mud
Body trembling and body curling
As if I were returning to the womb

This is the end

It came from the sky
and death rolled to me
in the shape of an egg
I was ready to die

This is the end

Eyes closed
waiting for the end,
but the end never came
it was a dead grenade

Not today death, not today.
A heart pounding dream I had last night. I was in the middle of what appeared to be a war. People, strangers and familiar, were dying. Bombs exploding everywhere. I fell down, hoping I would be hidden among the dead when a grenade was thrown at me. I saw it roll right next to me, but it never exploded. WHAT A RELIEF! But still, I wonder if these dreams have a parallel  connection to reality.
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