I dreamed a strange, frightening dream of danger and resignation. I was on an island of sorts, rather a resort or vacation type with several other people. The only person I could identify was Pascha. A great fear came over the island and I urged Pascha to run. Then evil (people?) began landing on the shores and we retreated to the house and closed the shutters. I seemed to know it was fruitless to hide because our capture was ineveitable, but I retreated further into a room and began frantically trying to fit myself into cupboards and drawers. I found an old rug and scrunched down in a corner behind a rocker, but I knew "they" would "know" I was there. I also knew I would never see Pascah again but that he was swift and clever and was safe somewhere.
I heard voices in the house. The enemy was just outside the door. Then I felt a kind of peaceful resignation. I carefully arranged all the rugs on the floor, sat down in the rocker, straightened my hair and my clothes and drew myself into a dignified pose and mood. I waited, knowing it be a peaceful encounter without violence.
The door opened and a woman said; "Frauline Carol?"
"yes," I replied.

She said; "It is time."

This dream was recorded in a journal I wrote in on June 7, 1989.


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