OLD ESKANDARANI MEMORY

I remembered a dream i dreamt when i was nine,in my grandparents beach house in egypt.Alexandria in egypt,is like blackpool in england-the oldest sea resort.The house was one of kind.First we were in the 12th floor and practically one stepaway from the angry medditerranian ...bla cant spell it sea, so that it felt as if we were in the middle of the water.People were in the water 24/7 with their clothes on! and ambulances passed the beach every while and then! coz the waves were not that friendly,but now it is too safe(they built that thing i don no how to describe it)that the water is too still and started to get murky.Anyway the dream went thus: i was this unclean,savage ,little girl who lived in a city with war going on,i was running down a sloping road so quickly,that i couldn't stop myself from going into the wall and getting stuck between two tanks,the soldiers inside were freaked out by the crash,and started firing there guns randomly and wounding me.One of the soldiers came after i fell on the ground smeared his finger with my blood and tasted it,and u know wat he said!:"too much ketchup!"so they took me to a hospital ,and made me lie on a nail bed weird right?,and the dream ended.What was weird though was that i cried for days and tried to sleep whenever i can so that i can dream the dream again!,that wasn't hard in the heavenly balcony we had with its real strong and cold wind.i will try to complete my famous edition "the garden"...hahahah :$ :3