Tue Jun 19 2007 1:19pm PDT
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... im at work helping clean around the register in outside garden. it is a cloudy day looking like it might rain. outside the door by the tables of plants was a little old hmong lady. she is looking out toward the parking lot. she seems troubled.
a mist forms over the parking lot. i cant see past the trees that line the road. as the mist clears there are people there. of all ages, male and female. a voice behind me says \"you cant save them from their shamanistic ways\". i turn in the direction of the voice but see no one there. i look again at the old lady. she seems frightened. the people are moving forward toward her. they seem ghostly. she sprinkles something from a small pouch on her belt in front of her but they continue moving toward her. i start walking out toward her. i open my mouth and sounds come out i dont understand but all the people moving toward her turn to smoke. as i pass outside the door i wake....