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When I arrived back in the forgotten room as a visitor in my dream the night before last, I felt immediately horribly guilty for having left. The more so when I met my two friends - the boy my own age was cheerful and relaxed, but the girl a few years older than me was still very quiet and I remembered worrying about her. I suddenly wanted to stay with these teenagers, so that they would never be forgotten again. Now that I was officially an adult I really shouldn't be there, but since I'd come up to university my parents wouldn't notice that I was missing. I stayed. Once inside I would have had to show a pass to the nurse to get out, anyway. I could just stay behind people, keep out of the spotlight and no-one would know - nobody paid much attention to this lot.
To my surprise I found that the group of children - and young adults - was far more relaxed than I remembered. I saw them looking out for each other and realised that my friend - the boy - had become very much the democratic leader. He seemed unnaturally happy and relaxed and I found myself wondering why. I don't think he told me, but I came to understand as if he had. That happens quite a lot in my dreams. Anyway, the whold group had come to terms with their situation. They all knew that it was wrong for anyone to lock them up, and that the 'crimes' they had committed did not deserve such a harsh punishment. They'd forgiven the nurses, though. I don't know how it had happened, but somehow they had forgiven the system for locking them away in this small, light room. They'd found peace there and I was delighted, though I didn't understand.
I think the boy did explain their future plans to me. Having realised that they'd recovered from thier 'crimes' so well and become so whole as to be better than the system that imprisoned them - and able to forgive it - they had decided to leave. Before that point they had not been able to, because they knew that any attempt at an escape would irrevocably brand them criminals for life and they were afraid of being caught. Now that they had made peace with themselves, they had decided together to leave as peacefully as possible and politely tell the institute that they were well. Instead of overpowering the nurses, they were going to wait until one of them left the door open and then just walk out. That way it would show that they were peaceful and that the nurse was fallible as well. I was impressed, although I knew how unlikely it was that a door would just be left open. Of course, being a dream, it happened that same afternoon. All the people in the rom got up and simply filed out, hats in hands, bare feet padding on the cool white floor. We walked together back along the corridor with mounting joy and then outside - out where the grass tickled the feet and the air brought the scent of a freshly-mown lawn and a light sea breeze. We were on top of a cliff in glorious sunshine, standing together and taking in deep draughts of air, grinning about at our surroundings. Although I had only just come back into the institute, I found myself looking around with new eyes at a new world. Outsiders soon started to turn up - quite a crowd gathered, because everyone who came past stopped to ask what we were doing. My friend gave a simple response to every question and suggested, when there were enough people there, that he be allowed to speak to them. A journalist asked if he would do an interview and I watched my friends take a quick vote on the matter - that seemed to impress the crowd. A few of the nurses had turned up as well and were watching suspiciously, but they didn't dare do anything in front of so many people. I knew that it would be alright. That was when I began to wake up so I only have quite drifty impressions of the speech and so on.
When I did wake up I was utterly refreshed, though I only had seven hours sleep and I usually need at least eight and a half. I had a huge sense of well-being and peace that I think carried over from the ending of the dream. It was all about wholeness, which is holiness, I think. There are a few things that make me wonder - especially the fact that the forgotten people were all people I know and largely non-Christians - some of them were Christians who I feel have lost something. The group had changed between the first and second dream - the people were similar, but a lot of them were people I probably didn't know when I dreamed the last dream and they took the place of people who have dropped out of my life in the intervening period. It all reminded me how precious holiness is - and that God is the source of all holiness.
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To my surprise I found that the group of children - and young adults - was far more relaxed than I remembered. I saw them looking out for each other and realised that my friend - the boy - had become very much the democratic leader. He seemed unnaturally happy and relaxed and I found myself wondering why. I don't think he told me, but I came to understand as if he had. That happens quite a lot in my dreams. Anyway, the whold group had come to terms with their situation. They all knew that it was wrong for anyone to lock them up, and that the 'crimes' they had committed did not deserve such a harsh punishment. They'd forgiven the nurses, though. I don't know how it had happened, but somehow they had forgiven the system for locking them away in this small, light room. They'd found peace there and I was delighted, though I didn't understand.
I think the boy did explain their future plans to me. Having realised that they'd recovered from thier 'crimes' so well and become so whole as to be better than the system that imprisoned them - and able to forgive it - they had decided to leave. Before that point they had not been able to, because they knew that any attempt at an escape would irrevocably brand them criminals for life and they were afraid of being caught. Now that they had made peace with themselves, they had decided together to leave as peacefully as possible and politely tell the institute that they were well. Instead of overpowering the nurses, they were going to wait until one of them left the door open and then just walk out. That way it would show that they were peaceful and that the nurse was fallible as well. I was impressed, although I knew how unlikely it was that a door would just be left open. Of course, being a dream, it happened that same afternoon. All the people in the rom got up and simply filed out, hats in hands, bare feet padding on the cool white floor. We walked together back along the corridor with mounting joy and then outside - out where the grass tickled the feet and the air brought the scent of a freshly-mown lawn and a light sea breeze. We were on top of a cliff in glorious sunshine, standing together and taking in deep draughts of air, grinning about at our surroundings. Although I had only just come back into the institute, I found myself looking around with new eyes at a new world. Outsiders soon started to turn up - quite a crowd gathered, because everyone who came past stopped to ask what we were doing. My friend gave a simple response to every question and suggested, when there were enough people there, that he be allowed to speak to them. A journalist asked if he would do an interview and I watched my friends take a quick vote on the matter - that seemed to impress the crowd. A few of the nurses had turned up as well and were watching suspiciously, but they didn't dare do anything in front of so many people. I knew that it would be alright. That was when I began to wake up so I only have quite drifty impressions of the speech and so on.
When I did wake up I was utterly refreshed, though I only had seven hours sleep and I usually need at least eight and a half. I had a huge sense of well-being and peace that I think carried over from the ending of the dream. It was all about wholeness, which is holiness, I think. There are a few things that make me wonder - especially the fact that the forgotten people were all people I know and largely non-Christians - some of them were Christians who I feel have lost something. The group had changed between the first and second dream - the people were similar, but a lot of them were people I probably didn't know when I dreamed the last dream and they took the place of people who have dropped out of my life in the intervening period. It all reminded me how precious holiness is - and that God is the source of all holiness.
Also, some icons:
Edited to add a couple more:
alfgifu