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There's this dream I had the other night; it's been on my mind since.

I remember it only vaguely.

There was a group of people... I have no idea what they were after, or why they were doing what they did, or even what they looked like, for that matter. I have a feeling that they were some sort of genocide group.....

What I do remember is that they killed a bunch of my friends and family.

They took the corpses and doused their heads with gasoline, or some other flammable substance, then propped them up against a wall. My parents and sister were placed in the center, evidently the main focal point of their sick sideshow.

I remember gasping in the dream as the heads of my murdered loved ones burst into flames simultaneously.

The flames licked at their faces and gave horrible new life to the corpses. I saw flickers of their changing facial expressions out of the corner of my eye; my friends' and family's deceased faces portrayed their pain and suffering.

I couldn't save them.

I had nowhere to go. The people of the strange murderous group held me in place, forcing me to watch my beloved ones' second death.

This dream stays with me...

I wonder what it means.

I wonder why it happened.

I wonder if I'm okay.

©Erin Winger 2010

Description
There's this dream I had the other night; it's been on my mind since.

I remember it only vaguely.

There was a group of people... I have no idea what they were after, or why they were doing what they did, or even what they looked like, for that matter. I have a feeling that they were some sort of genocide group.....

What I do remember is that they killed a bunch of my friends and family.

They took the corpses and doused their heads with gasoline, or some other flammable substance, then propped them up against a wall. My parents and sister were placed in the center, evidently the main focal point of their sick sideshow.

I remember gasping in the dream as the heads of my murdered loved ones burst into flames simultaneously.

The flames licked at their faces and gave horrible new life to the corpses. I saw flickers of their changing facial expressions out of the corner of my eye; my friends' and family's deceased faces portrayed their pain and suffering.

I couldn't save them.

I had nowhere to go. The people of the strange murderous group held me in place, forcing me to watch my beloved ones' second death.

This dream stays with me...

I wonder what it means.

I wonder why it happened.

I wonder if I'm okay.

©Erin Winger 2010