I brought my youngest sister, Betty, to a pageant where she was going to take part. I left her with the group and thought, I better get out of here, something might happen and I do not know want to be caught here.

I went outside, shortly after I heard what sounded like sprays of bullets, like fire crackers going off. Ohmigod, shooting. And I thought I was safer outside, I might have been safer inside.

I saw my other sister, Elly, both were the age when I left for Carmel. Relieved, I moved toward her, my first instinct was to run. Elly laid on the ground, pretending to be dead. It would not work, I told her, nobody around are dead, we would be target for the shooting. Let’s get out of here. But which direction, from all four directions, guns were pointing ready to shoot.

What about Etty? Should I go back for her or hope someone will take care of her? Go and safe yourself but no, I should go back for Etty…. and I woke up.

The dream was so vivid.