In the first part of the dream, I’m in the large grass field with rows and rows of campers and very small houses. I come up to one of the very small houses. It’s just a bit wider than the door leading into it. I somehow know this place once belonged to my parents. I walk in side and find that there is a bed on the far end, and a book shelf. The carpet is green. I go over and look at the book shelf when the rest of my family comes in. The room suddenly seems to get bigger. I go into the bathroom that has suddenly appeared. Looking out the window, I see the most scenic, beautiful beach vista. I wish I had my camera on me. Then a bunch of people come and start looking in the window at me. That’s the end of the first part. In the second part, I’m in a Syrian airport with my family. I’m justifiably nervous about being there. A guard asks me to turn my backpack inside out because it’s camouflaged. All of a sudden the guards start leading everyone down this darkened
