I'm playing soccer with my friends in a small village in my home country, Yemen. The soccer field is two hours walk from my house. My friends and I are playing together against a team from a neighboring village. The field we are playing on has no grass and is souranded by four black mountains. I'm looking around, and I'm shocked by a large number of the audience, all wearing white clothes; I don't understand why they are wearing white clothes. The game starts, and my position is the left-wing attacker. We are playing for 40 minutes no one score. In the second term, in the last ten minutes, I do not know how the game is almost over very quick; one of my friends passed the ball to me.
I do not know what is happening to me; I cannot run toward the opponent's goal; I only can walk. The audience is shouting at me, run run run, I cannot run; then the opponent takes the ball from me and pass it around, they score, and then the game is over. The audience is mad, throwing water and trash at me and wanting to beat my friends and me because we lost the game. As we are running away from the audience, we see an older man from a distance. He points his hand to a cave in the middle of one of the black mountains. We follow his directions and enter the cave. The cave is very dark and scary. I say we need to sleep here tonight till all audience goes away. We are 11, six of us decide to leave the rest of us, and we are five now inside the cave. A big rock closes the cave gate in the middle of the night. One of my friends says we will die. I say no, I don't want to die. I'm looking for an exit, and I find a door at the cave's very end. I'm running in the dark back to my friend to tell them about the door I find. We all run to see the door and try to open it. We hit the door till we break it and see ourselves in a different village, and the older man we saw the previous day is waiting for us right next to the door we just broke. He looks like he is in his 80s; he has black hair and black clothes. He grabs my hand and starts running as fast as we can. I do not see my friend anymore. I do not know what happens to them. After running, we arrive at a close road and jump to the back of a red truck. I ask the older man where we are going, but he does not answer. We are at the airport now. I do not know how we got there because I do not remember that the red truck dropped us at the airport. At the airport, I see many people running inside; I hear from the airport's microphone that the airport only has one airplane, which will deport soon. I do not know where I'm going, but I know I need to get into the airplane, but the big crowd is running toward me. They are trying to get into the airplane. I cannot run; I shout as loud as I would, noo do not run to the crowd because they may run over me. The older man is suddenly in front of me, he carries me and runs, then he threw me inside the airplane. Inside the airplane, I see my father, mother, two brothers, and two sisters, and I'm very confused. I do not want to tell them about what is happening to me because they may think I'm crazy. I ask them where we are going, they say to America, they say ten minutes we will be there, I say okay. The airplane looks very old and does not have any seats—we all are sitting on the floor of the airplane without seatbelts. The airplane starts to shake, and my mother starts to throughout, and people begin to say the airplane will crash, and we will die. We arrive in America. I do not remember when the airplane did land. I see a police officer waiting for me at the airport's front door. He put me in his car and take me to a soccer game.
The police officer says the team needs you; one of the players is sick. I enter the soccer field without a soccer uniform; no one seems to care about the black jeans and the green shirt I have on. The soccer field is much nicer than the one in my home country, the field's ground is covered with grass, and the stadium is very fancy. I say to myself, I must score this time, but no one is passing the ball to me. I'm running and shouting to the other players to give the ball to me, but no one is listening to me. I go and get the ball from one player from the team I am playing for, then pass the first opponent, then the second one, then the third one, kick the ball as hard as I can toward the opponent's goal, and score. The team I'm playing for is shouting at me and coming to fight me because they say I scored against the team I'm playing for. Also, the audience is throwing trash at me and running toward me to beat me, and I start screaming, no, please them. I woke up very terrified.