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(via email) Dear stranger, want to hear something weird?

I am a Jew but don’t speak a lick of Hebrew. I had a dream about a bunch of Jewish ancestors and a rabbi and they were singing in Hebrew about "the malochim" and I didn’t know what the heck it was all about- until I googled it and found your blog and now it all makes perfect sense.

[Please note that I do not have an in depth understanding of Jewish history, politics, and language. I’ve just always known I am Jewish and identified with it. These are issues I have just begun to look deeply at.]

I am in the back of an old horse-drawn covered wagon traversing an impossibly dangerous cliff with steep and deadly cliffs on both sides. Inside the wagon is my dad. My dad opens the back of the wagon to see more and there is just a wooden bar keeping us from falling out. The wagon hits a bump and my sister and mother fly out to their doom. I decide to jump out after them, despite my father telling me there is no hope for them. I jump out, and fly off the left side of the cliff. I am aware that my father was right and there is no hope for my sister and mother. I am suddenly deathly afraid of falling but also of being found by I think Hammas, who for some reason i know to be active on the trail. I grab a cactus to stop my fall and the thorns go into my hand before it is uprooted and I begin to fall. Suddenly along the trail comes another wagon at full speed going the same direction. I have a superhuman ability to fling myself into the wagon at the last minute before my demise. I am in the wagon. All around me are my Jewish ancestors who are from the other side. Many of them are children. They are all very joyous to see me. It is recognized that I have done a noble thing. They begin to clap and sing in unison, in what i can tell is Hebrew but I don’t know what they are saying because i have never spoken Hebrew. Their joy is radiant. They clap and sing what i can only say sounds like: "Malochim, shano, shanana" in a beautiful song. I am aware that i am the only English speaker until a man steps out and I know that he is the rabbi. I think it strange because he has no beard. He speaks English and welcomes me. We converse together and I feel very welcomed, more so than ever before and I know everything is going to be alright… that is all I remember at this point.

I woke up with the strangest feeling and could not sleep again for hours. The next day i wrote down the sound of the words of the song. I spoke with my father about the dream and he said it was the ancestors. After a week I decided to try and translate it as Hebrew online with no luck, until I googled "Malochim" and found your blog. After reading about these Jews it is utterly amazing to me how it fits in with not only the dream but certain aspects of the modern world and recent questions Ive had about Zionism, antisemitism, my Jewish spirituality and how it all fits together! Above all to me it relates to a painting i did of George Bush and my quandary over whether he is good or bad and if his support of Israel (and the war in Iraq) is good or what- after running into a couple articles recently on JWR. I read all sides and am 100% independent and have no answers, but now it looks like I have more of a direction to go in with it all… thats all!