“You shall not spread a false report. You shall not join hands with a wicked man to be a malicious witness.” -Exodus 23:1 My room is a stranger to me now. I feel as though I’m floating on clouds! Cold, wet, and stupid for being in the clouds. I’m soaked to the bone! I hear another set of wings and see red eyes look up at me from below. I wake up in a cold sweat and light a candle. Where did that dream come from? I read a few passages in Teacher’s books to calm my mind, did my homework, and pray. I stand up and pray, walking back and forth. I pray for protection against whatever looming evil I felt come over me in my sleep. All my instincts in me tell me to flee into the sky where it’s safe, but I also get the feeling that that won’t help. I need to be here to protect my famil

