| My scariest nightmare was one I had during last summer. During this time, there was a girl (who I am presently dating) that I was crazy about and cared about more than anything else. When I had this hellish nightmare, it was one that had no happy ending, it didn't recurr the next night, the next week or the next month. It was only that one time, but when I woke up I felt like ice had been laid accross my body to melt through the night. I had never before felt such a sense of more painful astonishment than in this dream. The fact that the girl I mentioned in the beginning was the only other person I knew in this dream made it that much more horrific. In the dream, there were thousands of people walking down a wide road that appeared to be an empty freeway. The road was completely void of any working cars and any that were left on the road had been dead for some time and wrecked or broken into. The skies were clouded with smoke and a grey haze flowed uncomfortably throughout the sky. Buildings were set ablaze or turned into rubble like a setting comparable to the day 911 took place in New York. Dust was settled and covered the streets, cars, and windows of various buildings and homes. The scent of smoke and what seemed to be that of thousands of charred carcasses of animals and humans alike overpowered any ability to even capture the hint of what was once fresh cut grass and lilacs in bloom. As I roamed through this painful dream world, I felt a sense of dispair and hopelessness. I also felt that same emotion amongst thousands of other individuals who walked as a group with no purpose in life but to hope that it would end as painless as possible. Just like the city and her streets, these people walked with the black from dust and soot coated unevenly on their skin and tattered, dirty and bloody clothes. Scars and bruises covered their arms from what appeared to be from the butts of rifles and the cold steel of blades wielded by our capturs in a bout of anger during their thirst for power. Other than the red of blood from thousands and the red on the symbol on the arm of more than a hundred uniforms who seemed to herd us down the road like starved cattle, the whole setting appeared to be in a gloomy black and grey tone. Although I knew something terrible had happened and that what was going to happen didn't appear to be an improvement in any of our lives unless we were the finely groomed men in uniforms, I was in search of her. I had no idea what was happening, but it seemed as long as I found her I wouldn't have cared if I was walking into the firey pit of hell. As people treaded on seemingly hoping to delay their doom by walking like mindless zombies left in a world with nothing to eat, I pushed backwards seeming to know exactly where to find her. I wavered through the sea of bodies, never losing concentration of my only goal. Finally, she was in sight, but like the rest of the captives, she seemed to be no more than a shell in which the soul had escaped long ago to avoid witnessing anything further. Her eyes; I remember from life experience that her eyes were sometimes brown but would turn green when she cried, even then, it seemed any tears she had weeped had been dried away long ago to leave a dull brown and that all too familiar bloodshot look from going days without sleep. I touched her on the shoulder to atleast get a reaction, but there was no response of any kind. She didn't even flinch or show any reaction of any sort; she just kept on walking. I asked her the one thing that kept any consciousness in my thoughts "Leola, where are we going?". I could feel the fridgid chill run through my skin and bones when I heard her response. She told me in such an emotionless state that the words could've seared the very skin of my body and soul "We're being taken to a concentration camp...".
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