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They have been hiking  for a lifetime  landing upon harsh rocks and dry land, 
ragged and torn battered and bruised they are not coming to amuse.
Last night I watched the moon as it completes its cycle around the earth
The glowing moonlight positioned over my  head plunged me into a tranquil
 slumber,taking me above the sky and lit  up the night with its gleaming light.
 
I spotted them clearly in my dream, men dressed  in turbans and long gown,
 Armed with bows and arrows  marching quietly across the border with their powerful leader.


I found myself on the upper floor of  an enormous mansion in  middle of a busy town.
A mansion whose iron doors stood tall above me, doors that could withstand a thousand blow yet they were unmanned open and insecure. I entered the back door hastily trying to find someone but each door I pushed it opens easily.

 The  extensive mansion  lay unattended as if it was awaiting the arrival of a ruthless  visitor.
I gazed anxiously from the balcony and watched them advancing closer, grimed faced parched by the hot sun taking powerful strides  through the valley  ready to kickoff a fight. 

I ran speedily downstairs and looked around but no one was to be found, so I walked quickly to the ground floor and discern an  unaccompanied  security guard hanging out. Security guards, yes that's where the trouble began, an atrocity in the past  that shattered the global pocket and here they were again sitting down comfortably accepting  sugar for vinegar and obliging friends and cronies .One sole security guard  with his rifle across his lap sits un-attentive enjoying his afternoon snack and ignoring my brief chat while anxiety mounts.

I asked the laid back security guard how to get back to the upper floor but he insisted that it wasn't possible to enter from where I exit and he instructed me  to enter from the side door. I walked towards the left side of the mansion and noticed people spreading out mats  while others were camping and picnicking on the grass.

I wander towards the front of the mansion and detected men dressed in green uniform setting up tents and emptying bags containing powerful equipments on the mansion's ground. I took  one of them to the balcony and pointed to the men roving  through the valley but my eyes open instantly and  dawn took me swiftly  back to reality.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 ©2014 Christine Phillips
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