I was in a setting something like a concentration camp, but it wasn't supposed to be apparent to those of us there that we were actually in a camp. There were no children present. Adults only. Weird, aged, and some young adults. We were being carted around in jeep-type vehicles, taking groups from one location to the next. As we'd leave one area, that area would blow up and the incident was portrayed to us as an accident. Those who had just been dropped off were killed in that explosion.
The people driving the jeeps held an arrogance about them as though they were hiding the fact that we were doomed. To me, it was apparent. I kept silent.
There were other incidents, conversations with folks like myself, etc., that went on throughout this dream but the vividness of it has escaped me.
I awakened from the dream before it was my turn to be dropped off, but I was on the way .... we didn't know when it would be our drop off, but we were intelligent enough to know what had happened to us.
I, as a child, an elementary child in class .... I used to gaze out the window imagining I saw men in uniform dropping to the ground. Although only a child, I knew that what I imagined was a take-over, yet being that child, I had no idea how to relay my premonitions.
This is something that does not drift so far past what my Grandfather Skirvin always said would happen to the old, the sick, and the poor of this Country.
In case someone is saying I had those thoughts as a child in class because of hearing my Grandfather speaking of such . . . that is not the case. I was in my late mid-late 20s when my Grandfather first spoke of this to me.
Could it be? Seriously? Could it actually be that our seemingly compassionate Country will one day rid itself of the very people it called to from the Statute of Liberty?
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
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