I had returned to the city that I had left in my childhood, yet the city was no longer the city that it once was. I barely recognized anything, the community seemed to have shrunk, the paved roads and businesses had all disappeared, and in their place were sand brown square huts which all seemed to share a desert-like quality, and paths throughout the cobblestone street that resembled moving sidewalks from airports- to the extreme. I was there to meet my cousin Bobby, who insisted that I only call him Ray(His middle name, and his fathers name). When I arrived however, I also met his two sisters Savannah, and Kristin. I was there it seemed, because I was of age to move out of my parents house, and having no where else to go, I took the first generous offer that I had received.
The home was quite large, and also made of the sandy-brown-pinkish stone. My living quarters were almost a separate building, and had a large exterior entrance. there was a moving sidewalk that ran all the way to the doorway(there was no actual door) where a security guy of middle-eastern descent stood, and the big triangular gates made for park and road closings stood. I would fly over these, and land on the other side. Walking down the hall there were egg crates, turned on their sides and stacked, they were all filled with books. further down the "hall" room sat a queen size mattress on the floor, surrounded by egg crates as well. At the very end was a left turn, which ended with a small toilet, and a stand up shower that was hidden from view of the Hall-Room. A two sinked cabinet was in view from the Hall however, it's counter was pink with blue dots like from a hospital.
I soon learned that above the main house was another building. Actually, it was all the same building, but it was called a different building. Above was a church. A church that my cousin Bobby had failed to mention to me in all of our phonecalls. As I stared him in the face he didn't look the least bit guilty, but he looked old. His face was creased and worn, even though I knew he couldn't have been over 23. His beard was long and untamed, and his clothes baggy, something I had never seen before.
He lead me upstairs and we sat on a dark finished pew with red cushions. Savannah and Kristin joined us. He told me that God had contacted him, and that God told him that he was the only one that he could contact, that no other human would listen hard enough to hear what he was saying. I was frightened. Savannah and Kristin looked at me with very serious faces, Kristin was still plump and pasty white. Her clothes hadn't changed much, worn T-shirts stained with dirt, baby-vomit, and sweat, paired with ripped sweatpants.
Savannah stared at me, waiting for some type of reply, I had none. Her looks had changed drastically. Her emo-goth look with her dyed black hair had disapeared. Instead sat a pudgier, lighter looking person. She wore no make-up, and as I looked around, I realized that Kristin didn't either. Her light-blonde hair was cut to her chin, in a 90's-esqe fashion. She wore a crisp white t-shirt underneath a pair of beige courdory overall-shorts that I swear she owned at seven or eight. Her lips seperated as if she was going to speak, but the words finally came from Bobby's mouth.
He explained that he understood any shock that I may be going through, but that he would like me to open my mind to the word of God before I judged so haistily. I decided to give him a chance, and with that oppourtunity, he decided to show me around his institution.
First we visited the nursery, and I automatically recognized two of my cousin Kristin's kids. Issac and Aaron, her oldests. They were helping the younger children play and eat and even changed their dipers. Issac was 10, Aaron 9. Bobby explained that eight of the children were Kristin's kids, 4 were savanah's, and 17 were his with various "disciples of the church".
More in next post. I decided to right about this dream because it was so vivid and detailed. I have never had a dream that had so much to it, and that I remembered so much of. I will try to either draw(which I am terrible at) what some of this looks like, or find pictures that resemble it.
If you are still reading I applaud you. My writing is disjointed and mispelled the majority of the time. Part of this is that I am recalling this from my memory, and some details seem unclear, so I skip them. If you have ever had a dream that was so detailed and long, please share with me! I am interested to hear about it! If you have any questions feel free to ask.
Ha I love how I am acting like someone will actually read this!
Love,
Naik
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