I had another dream centered around journeys. This time, my dream began at the intended destination. There were thousands and thousands of people in this big room, and there were people on stage singing and lecturing. It was odd because it was a celebration of some kind but there was also danger.
Some of my friends were there, including my roommate and a male friend of mine. We were towards the back and suddenly people were talking about a darkness sweeping across the land and people dying instantly. We all needed to get in position, laying flat on the floor with your palms down. The children, and there were so many, were closest to the platform in front. I understood that they had more power.
If you were injured or had some type of ailment, you had to conceal it from the darkness by covering it with another’s body, so people were sharing their issues and others used themselves as protection. I needed my kidney protected for some reason. The darkness passed over us and nobody was taken. There was a huge celebration that lasted all night, with prayer and worship, but I didn’t know the language.
The next day was the day we were supposed to head home. All my stuff was ready at the hotel but I couldn’t locate my rental car so I caught a ride to the center with my friends. Right after we got there, again we heard the darkness was coming. People weren’t taking it as seriously, perhaps because there hadn’t been any losses last time. As we were preparing, I realized I didn’t have kidney issues anymore. I felt a sudden, strong desire to walk away from my friends and speak to the children. I didn’t say anything, I just walked away from my friends towards the edge of the children and was drawn towards this boy and girl.
The girl looked like a child, but as I got closer she also seemed older than her years, full of wisdom. The boy didn’t talk to me but he taught me these symbols that were also gestures. She explained some of the symbols they were making with their hands with some words I didn’t understand and some I recognized to be the same as animals (for example, I knew one meant elephant). She said the symbols had to keep changing and there was a deep well of sadness in her eyes. She didn’t explain, but I think it meant when we lost the animal in our world, perhaps we lost their power. Soon the children were all moving in unison and I tried to participate. Close to them, it was so different. It felt like prayer, song, feeling and light all coming from these words that I didn’t know but could understand tiny pieces of: specifically the animal names.
Suddenly it was much later, after the danger had passed. I was trying to locate my friends but couldn’t. It was like everyone had taken a pilgrimage to this site and now everyone was trying to get home too. I ended up stopping as I passed by a Donatos where they had community tables. I sat with strangers and reassured them I would only be there for 10 minutes to eat my salad I brought in with me. During that time I saw a friend who then offered to get me back to the hotel. My roommate was unable to be located or reached so I thought this was my best chance. However, we could never locate the vehicle we needed to leave. I also began to get this overwhelming sense that the children around us weren’t children: we were. I woke up after spending what felt like hours trying to get back to my hotel and find the people I had come with.