08/04/2025
๐ After the Video of Rom โ A Dream That Shook Me
Doreen Cohanim | EnterYourMind.com
This morning, I woke up from a powerful, haunting, and chilling dream.
I know it came in response to the video of Rom, the soldier kidnapped in Gaza.
Itโs a dream I couldnโt ignore โ it carried the echo of memory, fear, hope, and a soul that prays deeply.
The Dream:
I arrived in Israel, but it was as if I was required to arrive โ summoned by the Germans.
They call my name โ and I instantly know: if they call your name, youโre taken. Thatโs it.
Weโre in what looks like a hotel, with a dining room, but itโs just an illusion โ because at any moment, someone simply disappears.
I see a man and woman knitting a sweater together.
She had finished the front side, he was just about done, and the yarn was softโฆ
And I said, I wanted to knit too.
I went to the bathroom.
I wondered โ why hasnโt anyone come for me yet?
Suddenly, a woman walked in, saw me, and I quickly got dressed โ making sure to wear long, modest clothes, warm, concealing.
It felt like preparation โ or maybe protection.
Then weโre traveling โ lying down in an open pickup truck, under the sky.
N**i vehicles drive past us โ shooting indiscriminately.
Whoever gets hit โ gets hit.
A roulette of life and death.
Later, I try to park a black car, just outside a parking space.
A Chinese man helps me โ kind of directing me into this tight, awkward spot. He says itโs fine, but I feel itโs too tight.
So I get out, give him the spot, and park across the street.
Thereโs a sense of overload, disorder, inner chaos.
Suddenly someone says: โIf your phone rings โ you must answer.โ
Then my phone rings.
I frantically search for it โ inside a military-style bag โ
and finally find it. A black-and-white image appears on the screen.
Germans.
I know immediately โ itโs them.
I answer.
A German male voice instructs me to come down to reception.
I realize โ this is it.
Iโm going to die.
I begin to recite out loud:
โShema Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Echad.โ
And then Modeh Aniโฆ all the way to the end.
I ask someone to translate for me โ
but he barely understands the German.
I tell myself: Itโs okay. I understand now.
I cry.
Or maybe those were everyoneโs tears.
And then I decide:
If I die โ at least let me die with a smile.
I think about putting on lipstick.
I wanted to look beautiful.
I walk down to the receptionโฆ
and I wake up.
Not in fear.
But with a deep sense of memory.
Knowing I dreamt of the Germans.
And that I kept calling out Shema Yisrael.
โจ My Interpretation:
This dream isnโt just about the Holocaust.
It speaks of collective memory, of feminine fear, control, pain, helplessness โ and the desire for one last moment of beauty.
Itโs about the yearning to knit something together โ life, warmth, connection โ in a world that constantly unravels.
Itโs a reaction to the horrors we see โ like Rom, kidnapped in Gaza.
But instead of screaming, the soul turns inward โ and dreams.
The phone that rang โ thatโs the soul calling.
And Shema Yisrael โ itโs not just a prayer.
Itโs awakening.
If this dream taught me anything, itโs that now is not the time to be afraid.
Now is the time to remember who we are.
Even when the enemy stands before us โ we remember. We answer. We rise.
With a smile.
With lipstick.
With prayer.
May we hear good news soon.
May God protect our hostages, our soldiers, and all of Am Yisrael.
