There is some sort of war going on in a neighborhood. There are two dark buildings that sit across from each other and the war is between the people who live in these buildings.
I guess I live in one of the buildings and the people in the building across have been attacking us constantly and unprovoked for a long time.
Finally a man stands up. He is tall and muscular, wearing a white shirt like they did in the 1800's, and, I think, black pants. He has long black hair. I am him, for a moment, standing there.
He decides that he will lead our people on the offensive.
He sets a number of bombs in the courtyard between our buildings.
My aunt in the dream is a child of about maybe 12 years old. She innocently wanders outside and is killed by the people in the opposing building.
I am very upset at this and I cry. I call my mother over and tell her that my aunt, her sister, has died. We cry together. Then I think, this must be very hard for my mom because it is so soon after her cousin dieing (which really just happened). We continue to sob together.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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