In the dream, I saw a book featuring flowers and plants illustration in valuable ways.
Learning this style was difficult and long. The illustrator should have high skill in drawing lines. My sisters asked me: Why do not you portray this style?
I thought. I was painting flowers but not looking for skill. I felt insecure in my dream. I felt death approaching any moment due to war and injustice.
I thought that learning this style would take months and things were finished by that time.
Some time passed and something like Armageddon happened. Everybody was running away. No one would give me any help. The person who betrayed me in the past and I liked him; he was talking in the dream. Tried to attract my attention. He wanted me to be imprisoned in the past where we were imprisoned.
At this time, I remembered my current Engage.
I thought to myself: In times of despair and feeling of death, treason is not permissible. Moreover, I do not like to talk to him because of the cruelty he has given me. So I let his go.
n my dream, my Engage found me and took me to the safe place. He knew the way of salvation. While before, I was completely disappointed with the salvation, and my ideas for salvation were hiding in places that I knew would be hit by a bomb and a bullet of the enemy.