I very rarely, well, very, very rarely have realistic dreams, the ones after which you can't remember where you are and what your name is for a long time...I had my first war dream in 2021. It was a horror. We were walking down the street and suddenly airplanes started flying and soldiers with machine guns in their hands jumped out of them. There were a lot of them, like black snow, like ash from a volcano... We fell to the ground and began to roll towards the houses and then ran somewhere... and I woke up.
I could not get tired of this living horror of war for a long time. It turns out that my children also had dreams about the war in the same period, and they are also realistic.
Today I had another dream. We were playing ball with the children, and then everyone started shouting an air alarm, but no one wanted to go anywhere. But I saw something in the sky out of the corner of my eye. And we ran. The terrible thing is that at this moment you do NOT know where to run!!! You have to save the children, but you don't know how, will your direction be correct, or are you running into a trap?
We ran to the school and there we rushed everywhere. When they were running, various small planes began to appear in the sky, and later I saw a very large plane with a tricolor, so big that it covered the sky and it was going to land in the yard of this school. I hid with the girl around the corner and stood there not breathing. But some man was coming to us. He passed without seeing us into another gate and went to the third floor. From the second, a woman started telling us, for some reason in Polish, to go to her and then run further through the tunnel.
The girl did not want to go without me, but I promised that I would follow her right away. She went first, and when I started to climb over the fence, they saw me. I managed to get in, but I didn't have time to close the door behind me. I started running and again I don't know where. And then the children ran out and we together. I want to close one more door, but the children keep running and I don't know what to do, because if I close it now, I will at least save those that are there, and if not, then no one. But I waited for everyone and shouted: "The door! Close the door"... she pretended, but she was still waiting for me to come back and close the damn door.
This horror, the living horror of death. He is scary, he is like another person who lives inside you and you don't know anything about it.
When I had my first dream, I kept wondering why I dreamed it. Because the horror from him remained in my heart for a long time.
I understand why I dreamed about today's dream, but do I really need to be ready for this???? What a horror it all is. What is the horror of those people who experience this in the occupied cities...
People, we must be together, we must be people to the last, let's help as much as we can and whoever we can near you or far away!
I beg you We will try to survive the war, but the most important thing is that we do not survive HUMANITY. Love you!
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