In one of my best-remembered dreams, I was with a woman I loved very much, and we were traveling on foot, cross-country in a place where "Sound of Music" could have been filmed. We were refugees, and trying to get to a place of safety. I remember the fresh air, the beautiful scenery, the soft sunlight, and the happiness of her company. The worst was behind us, and we were taking our time, enjoying the journey. With no warning at all, a fighter plane powered up the valley, passed us, and then banked into a turn to come around. It was lining up to strafe us! I could see the guns begin to flash as we ran for cover.
THEN - I was in the cockpit of the plane, looking down at the two tiny figures, and mashing the trigger as they ran. I don't know if they/we reached safety. When I woke up I was depressed for days, knowing that I would NEVER see her again...
Laz