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In the dream, I was watching a group of at least 300 warriors camped on a hillside. They
were somewhat evenly spaced apart. As I watched, I heard a sound slice through the air.
All the warriors heard it, too. They looked at each other in amazement, asking one another,
"Did you hear that?" "What was it?" "What made that sound?" They couldn't figure out what
it was that had made the sound.

Then they looked toward their leader who was camped higher on the hillside. Suddenly, they
became confused with great fear. They saw their leader had just been decapitated. Their
hearts were struck with great terror; they ran for their life and fled the hillside, leaving
their tents and all their belongings behind.

Then I awoke from my dream.

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