Dream of A Future of Children

Dream – A Future of Children

It was a time in the future. We were in a swimming pool where the children played in the water, but they never got out of the pool because it was almost as they didn’t have a life outside the water.

The counselors were young adults who came to care for these “lab-children”. We had worship every day and this blessed the children and adults too. One day during a rich time of worship, I was on my knees when someone burst in and demanded that the worship stop and never return. We stopped for the moment but knew we’d need to be more careful in the future.

Then one of counselors asked me for a ride home, but she lived an hour away and I needed to pick up food for the children. Fortunately, someone else gave her a ride home so I jumped on the motorcycle to go buy the food.

The mall had lights that flashed in a hypnotic rhythm. They didn’t affect those of us who are attached to our G-d. I heard that a friend’s son had designed this place with new bubble lights that were golden and blue. Energy emitted from these bubble lights provided the city with power and messages transmitted in the rhythm were impossible for the enemy to decipher.

The children’s food was in milk cartons, but the problem was it spoiled quickly because the milk cartons had to be placed in battery packs that became hot. Two young physicists were trying to help people figure out how to preserve the milk and they offered to help me. When the milk was placed in the battery packs, there was also a connection from the motorcycle to a coolant. So I had to ride the bike into their shop to get hooked up. There was nowhere to turn the bike around, so I had to walk it through the whole workshop of the physicists.

As they introduced me to their lives and their family, I learned that they were a married couple who had two children who were severely handicapped. There were unusual puncture marks in the arms of these children, and I sadly realized that they had been used as laboratory experiments, not by their parents but by their owners who allowed them to keep their children but at such a high price. I watched as the couple lovingly did physical therapy on their children, gently moving their arms and legs so that they wouldn’t become stiff. They treasured their children because this was the only life they had outside of their work.

Before leaving, there was a sudden shift in time and a revolution began outside the mall. The couple helped me escape quickly with extra food packs, but it was very difficult to find my way back to the children in my care. There was a race against time to return. When I did finally return, I went to feed our chickens, but they were all dead, and this awoke me with a startle!

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