day eighteen

I had nightmares every night before the war. When it started - all my dreams were about peace and my life before. Today I had a dream about our reality. Today in my sleep I was processing events from the day.

I guess I stopped dividing realities. I guess, till today, I still hoped to wake up. I still didn't want to believe in all this evil.

Also today I felt, heard, and saw a jet fighter plane just over my head. It was flying lower than a 6-floor building.