El Mundo Gira. by Marita. 1/13/99.

Some war is going on. Families are separated. I see several children still playing indoors in a grey interior of an apartment complex. One child strays from her family to play with her friends. She doesn't seem to recognize the gravity of the whole situation. Her familit continues their escape, unaware that their youngest child has disappeared. When the war was over, the family returns panic-striken. They announce in the overhead speakers. I tell them (somehow) that I see their little girl. Her slightly older sister rushes over, embracing her younger sister. They continue to embrace. I see them, and I think I want more credit for finding her. They were taking forever, embracing, so I put them into a basket and carried them downstairs to their family. My own family is watching the news. With the combination of the war going on elsewhere and the polar ice caps melting, ocean water has commenced covering Central America, leaving North and South America to become separate islands. In the near projected future, California was soon to disappear as well, but my mother didn't seem to bothered when I inquired of our future plans.

(c) 1999 Marita; though who would attempt to steal a dream is beyond me.