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1-14-2005
Let me start in the middle. The ghost coast was starting to manifest. I picture it as being tacked on to the Southern Atlantic coast of France. Actually I'm not sure whether it was becoming real or I was phasing into it's reality. At any rate, as soon as the buildings became real to us, we ran in. I think of it as a palace complex. I remember having seen a view of the place from a distance and there were some large buildings. It seemed as if we did not belong there and we were told not to interact with those who lived there. They were rushing towards the west, towards the coast. I grabbed a banner or flag and ran with them. We all ended up in a group; there were flagbearers on each flank and I was one of them. We were waving these flags back and forth in a rising wind and someone was shouting in a strange language. It sounded like French to me but I didn't recognize any words. Maybe it was just similar in the way it was spoken. I had the feeling that I was not really one of them. I think that I knew that I was only an observer here and that my real body was somewhere else. The wind kept getting stronger and I saw a mushroom cloud.
Cut to a scene of devastation. Either I am really big or the bodies are very small. I reach down and pick one of them up. Why did it remind me of a fairy?
There was a lot more, but by the time I had a chance to write this down, it was gone.
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