Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/11/2020
By candy303
There was an anti-abortion protest going on by the river, so I invited some of my friends to go down there with me (mostly to make fun of them). We got there and it was just Portia (a lady I know from the local Mormon church), standing there with a stack of literature. The grass behind her was closed off into a bunch of separate areas by a portable metal fence, sort of like a petting zoo with no animals. Portia gave us the whole spiel about how thousands of babies were dying, and isn’t it tragic. I briefly considered arguing back that fetuses aren’t babies, but decided against it. Portia asked if we wanted to see her group’s headquarters. We were suddenly transported to an old and not very well-kept building. Portia gave us a tour and said it used to be an abbey. She took us into one small room, with cots along the walls, and told us “This is where you guys will be sleeping tonight”. Nobody expressed any surprise at the fact that we would be sleeping in this random building. I asked her what this room was used for when it was an abbey, and she said, “I don’t know, but St. George can tell you. He grew up just a few blocks away.” Then an old, bearded British man (I knew he was British somehow) wearing a priest outfit came in. Suddenly it was the next morning. We were all lying down on our cots, with a semi-transparent curtain between each two. I could see Sean’s head through the curtain that separated us, and there seemed to be a red light coming from his side. I put my hand over my eyes to block out the light. Portia came in to wake us up, and she was super nice and cheerful. I didn’t want to get up, but she sat down on my cot and started talking to me (I can’t remember all the things she said), so I eventually removed my hand and opened my eyes, only to see that I was in my room and had woken up for real.