War was declared and jets fly over us

Date: 11/7/2023

I’m falling asleep in a bed and, to my right, my dad tells me stories like I’m a child. He tells me the tale of the man (or himself?) who used to see the dead. As he speaks, I pretend I’m sleeping, I’m frightened and keep my eyes closed. He says each time a dead man passed by, the man would hear a loud plane fly over his head in the sky. Then I’m at my grandparents in the countryside, on the porch, by the rose bush to the far end near the balcony. I’m looking toward the field beyond the tall fence. Many jets and planes cross the sky going to that direction and back. It’s the national “team”. On the tv and on Instagram news say the world government has declared war. I’m petrified, I feel terror in me. I’m there with my brother, my grandma, my mother and my dad and grandpa (these latter although more distant). We have to wait, we don’t know if the planes will strike and bomb us. I feel lost and I’m afraid. A part of me is glad I’m with my family. I hug my grandma and help her walk around the house… Another part of me thinks of where I should be instead, abroad or anywhere. I wake up at 02:48 and record the dream while stile scared to the bone and can’t shake the feeling!