In my dream we were all sitting around watching a movie.  Getting comfy but then the walls and floors disappeared and we were in a room full of refugees.  I could feel the battle descending on us in the distance and decided to get out of my housecoat and into some jeans.  I was going to close the door to change when the new refugees started to stream in.  I was going to close the door tight and be safe but the first people I saw were little girls.

  "Do you need to use the bathroom?"  I asked.   They came in one at a time and stood in line.  Then a mother came in with two dirty little boys.   She was agitated and talking fast.  I told her that twelve people lived in this room already.  I was beginning to think I should have just closed the door.  

  Then there was a scene outside where a helicopter was lifting more refugees out of the water.  Twenty or so of them hanging onto ropes to be pulled up and saved from drowning.  

   I woke up exhausted and confused.  Who were all those people?   I could see faces and details in their clothes.   I could see the room where we were and the small items like door knobs and toilets.  I have had a few other war torn dreams.  Hiding from enemy fire in a tower.   Running down a crowded street frantically.

Sometimes I think that the only way I would get thin and fit is if I had to be in a war zone.   The sparse environment, starvation and hardship would make me slim down quickly.   But for now I think Ill lay around a little more and have another piece of bananna bread and some OJ.   Breathing in the real air of my comfortable peaceful existence.