***** SneMa was standing in a field of wild flowers, green grass, and gently rolling hills. A light breeze brushes her olive colored skin. A woman in an elegant green dress is standing at her left and a tall dark skinned man on her right. He was clad in a forest green tunic with doe skin breaches, his boots came up to his knee while a sword hung on his left hip. SneMa felt so safe, light-hearted, and not so lonely. The sun was shining down warming her cold, callused heart. She looked down on her self, she was clad in an elegant dress fit for a princess of royal blue . SneMa was in awe, she had never in her life seen any thing! The scene that stood before her was breath taking!

Her hand found it's way to her forehead only to find a tiara. He long dark brown hair was in tiny braids and put up in to a beautiful bun thing,. that let wisps of hair flutter around her face. She had never in her life had she felt so free, and royal.

The man and the woman turned and walked back to what represented horses. They, the horse creatures, had two horns that curved to a spiral by either side of the creatures face. SneMa turned to join them only to find that they were gone!

The blue sky with friendly clouds had begun to turn not-so-friendly and the sky turned from blue to a grayish black with in seconds. She looked around only to find that she was standing within a battle field, the battle long lost. The scavenger birds were feeding on the carcasses. A bird had flown only centimeters from her regal head. A scream of fear, panic, and shock escaped her lips. The bird flew off screeching. SneMa's hand brushed her dress to find it unchanged. what happened to the beautiful place I was just in. This looks the same, but this isn't friendly and certainly not welcoming.' Off in the distance women could be heard screaming out of pain, or out of fear. As she looked closely all the people here were male. Not a kilometer a way a small town engulfed in flames could be seen from where she stood. blink. Now she was standing IN the flaming town. SneMa witnessed women being raped, beaten, and children being thrown live in to a fire! Tears sprang in to her eyes making every thing blurry. ****

SneMa woke bolting up and jumping in to a fighting stance. Tears were streaming down her face. When she had jumped up she subconsciously grabbed her light saber, and had it lit before she knew where she was. She "felt" around her surroundings she found that she was in her room in the middle of the night. Relaxing, she turned off her weapon. That's when she collapsed on the floor sobbing.

oh, ow! Why am I so stiff? I haven't had a work out lately. Ioh.' SneMa just remembered her dream, and how she had fallen asleep. She was sitting the way she had when she had fallen in to a deep sleep. Her long hair was down around her shoulders with the tips on the floor. I'm in desperate need of a hot shower. Holy wars, what a night, and that dream was soso..real!'

On her way to the female bathing chambers she felt her face. Finding that her eyes were swollen.

"Hey, SneMa! I'm so happy you arewhat is that wordw-something."

"Well?"

"Yes! That is it. Wellinteresting word is it not? I do mean-"

"I'm glad to be well again. It's good to hear your voice. Come here BosJi. I haven't felt your face in so long." Even though SneMa couldn't see her face, BosJi smiled and came close so her dear friend could feel her face. "Are you going to bathe?"

"Yes, I was. I was just on my way to the chamber in which we bathe." SneMa had forgotten how much she missed her best friend's speech. Together they walked talking about what had happened in the last week.

"SneMa, my friend?"

"Yes?"

"Why are your eyes a hue of red and swollen?"

"I was crying last nighta bad dream" About that time they had reached their destination. They chose the shower heads at the end of the chamber. They disrobed and let the steaming hot water warm their bodies.

"Why was my friend, SneMa, crying?"

"I had a really bad dream. I'll tell you about it later today."

"When will you tell me, your friend BosJi?"

"When we both are down training for the day." BosJi nodded and washed her pale blue and stripes of lavender body. She hummed a song that she had taught SneMa when they were about six. SneMa smiled and hummed along. The song was a lullaby BosJi's mother used to sing when BosJi was very young.

When they were both clean, they headed for the tubs filled with steaming hot water. The pupils showered then they soaked for about thirty minutes. Each tub could have two to three bodies in at once ( kind of like a hot tub).

The had soaked in silence, both deep in thought SneMa started to drift off to sleep when she was rudely splashed in the face.

"Whatthe-"

"SneMa we are all most late for breakfast! Fast! Hurry!"

From there on BosJi's speech had turned in to her native tongue.

sigh. With that SneMa got her relaxed body out of the tub. Quickly they toweled off and dressed. Once dressed they ran down the corridors. They got to the mess hall just before they sounded the second gong.