I HAVE A STORY TO TELL YOU...

Dear Readers:

This isn't going to be one of my normal posts, however, I feel compelled to tell you this story.  First, I am not some psychic person, I am just your normal everyday, go-about your own business type of person.  I am sure that some of my friends are just shaking their heads and saying to themselves, "Yeah, right!"  But, I do believe that in order to get that small, quiet voice in my head to stop saying, "You have to tell about this dream.", I am taking this venue to do so.  I have already told several family members and friends about this dream, and they agree that I have to share.  So for what it is worth, here we go.  (PS - I am NOT an artist, but I did my best.)

 

When I have dreams with meaning, they appear to me as if I am watching a video.  This particular dream in late May 2019 was very vivid.

It is between 12 AM and 1 AM, and I find myself walking down a tree-lined street in the downtown of a small city.  The only light is from the street lamps and some ambient light from some small storefronts.  The late evening is cool for I can see that I have on a sweater and I can feel a breeze on my face. 

Up ahead, I can see several small clusters of people standing on the same side of the street that I am walking.  When I get closer I can see that they seem to be families, holding on to each other as they stare at a building across the street.  When I am near enough to see their faces, I see looks of anguish and fear.  “Odd”, I think to myself as I turn to look at the building. 

It is a two-story building with a basement that is halfway above ground level.  The building itself is made up of very large, dark gray blocks.  The steps, leading up to the building, are fan shaped with the narrow end at the front doors, which are located toward the left-side front of the building.  The building had a wing projecting off of the right side of the building.  No lights are on in the building other than the required emergency lights. 

As I turn back to the people, I catch sight of a man standing to the left and apart from these people.  As I walk to him, I can see that he is about six feet tall and wearing a dark business suit.  He has black or dark brown hair, neatly trimmed, dark eyes, and he has what I call a Van Dyke beard and mustache.  He looks at me as I approach and I can hear him say to me in my mind, “Well, what are you going to do about this?”

I turn from him and look back to the building, and this time I notice that there is an alleyway on the left side.  Somehow I know that I have to get into that building.  So, I cross the street and start down the alley.  Knowing that I can’t get into the building by “knocking” at the front door, I am hoping that there will be a way to get in through the basement.  The windows are a casement type of window that is opened from the inside by using a handle at the bottom of the window and pulling up and out.  The windows are covered on the outside with a heavy mesh screen. 

About the third window down I see light coming through the window.  As I look in, I can see a young girl lying on what looks like an operating table.  She is clad in a hospital gown, her eyes huge, looking around the strange surroundings.  Then I see a person clad in a hospital white coat, white cap on their head, mask on their face approach the table. 

I have absolutely no idea what the purpose of this building is supposed to be, but I know I have to gain entrance.  So I turn from the window and continue down the alley hoping to find a way in.  Finally, at almost the end of the building, I find a window where the screen is partially pulled away.  Some how by working the screen back and forth. I am able to pull the screen away, taking with it the screws that were attaching it to the building.  I can see that the window is partially opened at the bottom.  Taking my foot, and placing it at the bottom of the window, I manage to push the window completely open.  Now it is a matter of pushing myself feet first through the window and drop down to the floor. 

Once in the room, I can see that the door is open letting in light from the hallway.  I go to the door, pause, and look up the hall to check for anyone that may be there.  Taking a breath, I step out into the hallway, and head back toward the front of the building, knowing somehow that I will find stairs that will take me to the first floor.  About half way up hall, a woman comes out of a door to my left.  She is dressed in a white lab coat.  She turns to me, pauses, nods her head, continues down the hall, and enters a door on the right.  I felt that I did not have to fear her telling anyone that I was in the building. 

At the end of the hallway, I find a stairway that takes me up to the first floor.  I enter a large lobby, and I can see the front doors.  The lobby has marble floors and walls, and a very tall ceiling, maybe 10 – 12 feet high, and the thought comes into my head, “this is all for show – to make the public feel comfortable”.  I turn looking for a way up to the second floor, and at the back on the left of the lobby, I see a stairway. I start up the stairs, arrive at a landing, turn right to continue up the stairs. 

Now I am standing in a large room that is directly over the first floor lobby.  The difference is that I am confronted with bars, and behind those bars are people of which the majority seem to be women.  There is a door on this ‘cage’, but it is locked.  As I turn my head, I see the woman in the white lab coat standing next to me.  She says, “All you have to do is reach out your hand, and the doors will open.”  Following her instructions, I reached out my hand, heard a click, and opened the door.  The people in the room rushed out and head for the stairs to get out of the building. 

Standing there in front of the now empty cage, I turn my head to the left, and see a door – metal, heavy, locked.  I’m thinking to myself, “Well, if it worked once…”, and head over to the door.  Again, reaching out my hand, I touch the lock, and open the door.  Facing me is a long hallway with several rooms with closed doors off of the hallway – one room on the left and 4 rooms on the right, and a wooden bench against the wall at the end of the hallway.

The first door I go to is on the left.  I open the door and I am able to see that the room runs the length of the hallway.  There are many bunk-type beds in the room, all filled with women.  The first thing that comes into my head to ask them, “Are you chained to the beds?  Their reply was “No!”  My response, “You are free, go and get out of the building.”  

The women leave, however, about a dozen or so stay with me, and we head to the rooms on the right side of the hall.  Again I touch the lock on the first room, the door opens, and there are young children in that room – about 8 to 14 years old.  Two of the women in the group guide the children out of the room and out of the building. 

Next we go to the second room on the right.  I open the door, and there are toddlers in this room, and again several of the women with me take these children to safety. 

Now we are at the third room on the right, when I open the door, we find young animals – puppies, kittens, bunnies.  I am thinking to myself, “Why these young animals.”  And the thought comes plowing into my brain…”To keep the young children quiet.”   The few women remaining with me take charge of the animals and get them out of the building. 

Finally, alone and drained by what I have seen, I approach the 4^th door, however, this one is unlocked.  Inside I find the man that I saw down on the street, the man in the suit with the dark hair and the Van Dyke beard and mustache.  He smiles at me and says, “Well done!.”, then he leaves the room.  Dumbfounded, I find myself standing alone in the room for several minutes.  Finally, I turn, walk out of the room, and sit down on the bench in the now empty hallway.  Then, I put my head in my hands, and sob.

When I woke from the dream, I was crying.  The soft voice said, “Tell the dream.”