Two nights ago, my mother dreamed that the ground shook terribly. We thought it was an earthquake, but it was China invading. She said "where are they, where are they?" I told her they did not have to be here. When she told me about it yesterday, I reminded her that China could use nuclear weapons.

This other dream she had once every 5 years since childhood. It took place in the United States. Americans were being made to march in lines, led by Asian soldiers. My mother was in a swampy area, far from home. She had no idea where my father, sister, or I were, or if we were alive. She asked the soldier near her what was happening, and he hit her in the face with the butt of his gun. She was led to this elevated hut that looked like it was made out of bamboo. Each person had to talk to the foriegn commander inside. He asked her a few questions, then ordered her to undress.