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Morning Dream

After dropping kids to their bus stop I came back home and lay down for a while. I had a nightmare. In my dream a group of ten people with mattresses and massive luggages came knocking on my door. I let them in and they sprawled in the living room. I asked -what will you eat?

Demands came and my heart sank. There was no food and no help. I muttered - I need to get some groceries; won't take too long. They nodded the guest nod and went on conversing. I grabbed my car keys and drove out and to my utter horror found all the roads dug up. I found myself in a jam and began to have a massive anxiety attack. I couldn't breathe, my fingers shook and I began to sweat.

I stepped out of the car to take a breather but my heart kept skipping like a frantic rabbit. There were people and yet I was alone. I rested my head against the heated metal of the car and tried to catch my breath but I couldn't breathe.

It seemed as if my lungs felt constricted and I began to crumple on dug up road. I was dying -no more breathing for ddlamba, a voice whispered and just then I woke up with a start!

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