Nightmare
Last night, I descended into the depths of a harrowing nightmare, where the chilling specter of war haunted every corner of my subconscious. In the eerie landscape of my dreams, I found myself visiting Serbia and in the middle of a war zone, desperately attempting to shield my loved ones from the merciless onslaught of violence. I was in a taxi and being taken to an underground car park and an area containing industrial plant and heating equipment for an office building above that had been razed by bombing. Local inhabitants were living a subterranean life of terror and taking shelter from incessant bombing and mortar attacks. On the street, mortars were flying into crowds. Some of the mortars were just empty shells, but some of them were armed and ripped people apart. You just never knew which mortars were real, but everyone was a weapon of psychological warfare designed to terrorize and destroy any human hope. As often in dreams, the precise details were not clear. I did not know who...