Was I dreaming or was this real? I heard Arabic voices giving praises to Alah. I feared opening my eyes, for if I did I would definetly enter the real realm. My mind wouldn’t allow me to process this strange language. It told me that I was being held hostage and would soon be killed. The haze began to lift, the fear materialized as I allowed my eyes to open just a little. Behind me two Muslim men continued to talk. The plane continued to fly and I realised it was a dream, except for the fact I was on a plane and I was sitting in front of two Muslim men speaking Arabic.