She usually loves to dream, but what happens to her on this summer night opens her eyes to a       few truths about herself. She saunters into her    bedroom folds down her covers, and                     contemplates vacationing alone this year. She gazes out the window. The moon tonight is so brilliant in its intensity it seems closer than ever. June starts to doze off. She has a dream. She is on a black sand beach drinking in the sun. She breathes deeply the scented air of the ocean breeze. She basks in the sun opening one eye to see in which direction the sun moved, she glimpses a silver object in the sky. It seems to be trying to get her attention floating and bouncing. She sits up, looks around and notices that the beach is emptying out. A young couple gathers up their belongings and a young child. 

They look at her as if to say, "what are you looking at you should be leaving too!" This seems strange she thinks, especially since it's only two in the afternoon. Oh well, she doesn't care what it is, she's staying.

She lies back down into the soft black sand. The air is suddenly changed. June feels a sudden chill run through her body. Upon opening her eyes she sees that she's down in a ditch. Her palms move up and down the dirt walls trying to grasp onto something she can barely see. She can feel the walls closing in on her.  She thinks, "what is happening?" Suddenly she sees the face of an African painted up and colorfully dressed. She hears an echo, a deep voice come from an above whisper, "she's still alive!"                           

The strange voice sends ripples of fear through    her body, she stiffens. Darkness encompasses     her and she is levitated out of the ditch. She        finds herself standing, facing a row of what to her were zombies. They beckon to her and ask, "Is     there really a God?" She thinks to herself,            they're          asking me? She replies I don't know for sure?  She wakes up. Her journey continues.                                                                           This was my dream, and I thought it interesting that they asked me this question? It meant more learning for me. After reading many books on various subjects, I have a dramatically new philosophy on life than I had said three years ago when this dream took place.                                                                                                                

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