How to win your dream wedding

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I had a dream the other night, but I don’t know what it means. I wrote it in story form so you can see it like me.

I found myself on the beach at night. There were explosions everywhere as I walked threw the soft, cool sand. I looked up at the sky that was bright, because of the exploding missiles and gun powder. I cam to a long deck and under it was a few army green tents, weapons, and tracking devices. There was an older man with white hair, and judging by the amount of pins and awards on his jacket, he was in charge. For some strange reason he looked up from what he was doing and pointed at me.
“You girl, come here,” he said pointing to me. “The only way to win this war is with ‘The Hurricane’. It is a secret weapon but no one knows what it does, but we do know is that it will be found when really needed,” he explained.
“Well how am I supposed to find it?” I asked.
“How am I supposed to know? Now leave my sight,” he said returning to his work. It took me a few seconds to get to a small shack on the beach. I looked down the beach and saw no sign of the long deck. I stepped threw the screen door and there was another older man, but he looked more fragile sitting down watching his outdated TV.
“Where’s ‘The Hurricane’?” I asked some how knowing that he knew.
“It is time,” he said while getting out of his chair. From around his neck he pulled a key and walked toward a set of old bowling lockers. He unlocked the very center locker and inside was and old video labeled “The Hurricane.” He slipped it into his VCR and it started playing. At first it was a home video of a young couple standing on a boat. They looked happy and the woman wore a wedding ring. It flashed to another scene. The man was sailing off to war reaching for his wife back on shore. I couldn’t here the words they were speaking, only the slow sad song in my mind as I watched the film. They showed airplanes and bombs, but the man lived. It showed him coming home, happy to be returning back to his wife, his love. But fate had another plan in mind. He walked into the house door and there on the floor laid his wife, dead. I watched the rest of the film with tears in my eyes. Short clips represented the man’s life since her death, until the last picture faded in. It was a picture of the old man sitting beside me. “Put this on a screen. The men attacking will stop and turn around to see the ones they love” And then I woke up.

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