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.