When the future becomes the past, the present will be unlocked.

Dream started on July 7, 2020 7:00 am

Present Day: My children’s friends were coming over. There was Marius, Miriam (black-haired teenage boys) and five others. Marius was ______ (some celestial being: it wasn’t made clear to me). Miriam was an angel. They didn’t know, but I told them. There were others, too. Girls. They looked surprised to be in the gathering, but nevertheless, we were all guided to be together.

Future: Somehow, suddenly, we were in the future. We looked around (we didn't know the landscape was futuristic, but somehow I suspected so). We were in a mountain range, pretty high up. Instead of things being pretty, the landscape was mostly brown. The youth were starting to wander down the mountain. I looked down to where the beautiful lake was suppose to be (before we were transported). It was gone! There was only dried up mud. This bad news brought the children back to me: they climbed back up to me to gaze about. Was there no more water left? But then, looking over to the other side, we saw an expanse of shallow, brown water. Sadly, we looked on. We saw a few other teenagers coming towards us. They were surprised to see us. “We better take you in,” they said.

At the compound, there were a lot of children. They were in rooms, classrooms, being taught, being indoctrinated. Suddenly we travelers were left alone again, forgotten perhaps. “We better try to fit in,” I said. We wandered the compound. We didn’t stick together. I wish we would have, but the others tended to wander in pairs or on their own. When I, with one or two of the others, stood around observing in a classroom, an adult came over, looked us up and down (our clothing was different) and asked us, “What are you doing here?" “We were sent to observe, “ I answered. He looked at me askew but walked away. I told Marius and Miriam, “You better find your own ways to fit in.”

We walked into the hallway. There I saw my friend Paul, an information technologist from the past (although there weren’t any computers that I could see in this future). He recognized me. “What are you doing here?” he asked. I told him I didn’t know. He said, “You better find ways to fit in.” We were talking quietly outside the door where a little boy was listening. Paul had covertly came by to offer the little one encouragement. The boy opened the door a crack, “See what the teacher wrote about me?” He thrust a report card in my hand. “That’s not so bad,” I said. His science project wasn’t the same as the other children. He deterred from the norm: his work was imaginative. Paul comforted the boy also (he was still standing on the other side of the door but he was getting worried). Paul did not want anyone to see me sitting there, on the floor of the hallway, talking to a little boy through a crack in the door. The little boy shut the door. An older man was passing by in the hall. He had blue overalls on–same as Paul. He saw us. He looked very tired. He was a maintenance person. He either didn’t register that something was amiss from the norm or he didn’t care. He and Paul exchanged pleasantries. Then this man, who was carrying a big canvas-like gym bag (light blue also), walked about 20 feet down the hall, unzipped the canvas bag, and laid down in it! He was going to take a nap.

Dream ended