Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/7/2019
By Talinas
I remember crawling under a broken down building to find my husband, Paul, riding a raft of some sort through this tunnel that was beneath me. I was on a ledge when he told me to jump in. There were so much rubble. Rocks and broken furniture everywhere. I was afraid to miss the jump. The water wasn’t moving smoothly. I jumped and barely made it. Paul helped me get on it. As we shifted down this tunnel, the raft hit a large rock and we flew off. Luckily we landed on these empty boxes. We weren’t hurt. We were in such a rush to leave the area. There were two ways to get up. Paul went left and told me to meet him someplace. I went towards the right side up these stairs. While running up, I bumped into a boy. I told the boy I’m here to help them escape. He was willing to help me. I told him where I needed to go and I followed him. I recall being in the building now and turning a corner to this long hallway. The hallway had doors. Some closed to which I felt a negative presence. Some doors were wide open with an empty bedroom, and some slightly opened with children sleeping. As we continued quietly walking down this long hallway, the boy pointed to the area where I needed to go. From where I was standing, it was in the edge of a broken floor where I can see two set of stairs that was decided by a wall. You can clearly see the bottom on both sides. I saw where I could jump down but noticed there was no safe way to get back up. Then we heard voices. “Bad guys,” I thought to myself. And since there’s no way out, I asked the boy if there’s another way to get there. He said, “Yes, but it’s dangerous.” I told him to take me anyways. While walking back to the long hallway of doors, turning into the corner from which we came from, I bumped into a man. A bad guy. He almost screamed when I punched him and threw him behind me telling the boy to run. I ran up these set of stairs into this very large room. This room was filled with books. Stacked one on top of each other. There were a few large, very large windows. It was dark out. Which meant time passed. I noticed the books were all the same. I walked up a shelf and noticed that all of the books were the Bible. I opened one and saw that the first few pages were missing. Not as in ripped off, but empty. Like as if the words in the Bible were vanishing. So I opened another book, and another, and another ... they were all the same. Empty first few pages. And the words slowly disappearing from the pages. The last think I could remember was the sound of the door being broken into and I heard men behind me, “Hey you!” Then I woke up. Matthew 5:6