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Had a really nice, chill Yom Haatzmaut, and a very meaningful Yom Hazikaron (my first in Israel). But meanwhile, crazy dreams these past few nights. Here's one I remember:

Walking through Nachlaot at night with Y., on some sort of mission to do something. Don't know why Yaakov and L. aren't with us. We get to this area that's a ruin or a museum, a building that had something to do with World War II and Nazis, don't know what. It's pretty scary, in that way that old buildings are sometimes scary at night, especially if they have weird connotations. A female police officer with short hair yells at us that we can't be there, so we leave. On our way out, there's a couple behind us, a father and daughter. But once we're out, they're not behind us anymore, they somehow disappeared, and I say to Y. that I think they were ghosts. Then he leaves, and I'm in Nachlaot at night, but the scary deserted part, and all of a sudden there's a huge crocodile there, covered in the blood of something it just ate, and it's in between me and my way home, so I'm freaked out, and I start banging on doors yelling in Hebrew that there's a crocodile outside and please let me in! and nobody does, all I get is silence and locked doors and I'm desperate and scared. End.

WTF? Anybody want to interpret?