Saturday November 10th 2012
I was traversing the streets of my old neighborhood in the Bronx. I arrived at the intersection of Soundview and Lafayette. There was a Costco like store at the southwest corner. I seen some goods stacked out in front of the entrance and decided to grab a bag of flour and several bags of brown sugar. I did not pay for the items and instead walked towards Commonwealth Avenue. After a couple of steps, I ended up on Soundview and Seward Avenue, completely bypassing my home. I was doubling back walking along Soundview when all of a sudden everything became unfamiliar.
This is suppose to be “Dead Mans Hill”, I thought.
I found myself walking on a steep concrete ledge. The merchandise that I was carrying made the trek difficult. I began to feel tired but continued to climb this hill. There was a man at the top. He appeared to be drunk, high or just plain crazy. He was saying something that I couldn’t quite make out. Then I thought I heard him say something sexual. I got a bad vibe and decided to turn around.
Maybe I am better off walking along Soundview.
However, Soundview turned out to be a cesspool for negative activity. The street had transformed to a wooded path with a paved road. There were many people under the influence of something or the other. Some were quite aggressive. One man was smoking a blunt and when he flicked it, it had hit me on my left hand. I thought I would have been burned but thankfully nothing happened and he just kept on walking. He was with three friends, two of which were young women. We spoke briefly referring to the path. The exchange was pleasant.
The scenery transformed yet again, this time to a stone corridor lined with blue iron doors. The doors had latches like those of a Naval ship. The ones you need two hands to turn. The corridor was long and winding. It seemed to be getting darker which each step. I looked overhead to see if there were lights but there were none. I looked at the walls of the stone corridor and thought maybe they were the light source. Shortly after I began opening the doors. It was dark inside and there were people in some of these rooms. The energy was negative. I was feeling uncomfortable. Some of the inhabitants would turn, notice and approach me. I backed out instantly and kept it moving.
Why do I keep going further? I thought. I should just turn around and go back to where I came from.
But I had lost my way in the darkness. The last room I entered looked like an operating room. I could hear someone talking but couldn’t see him. I felt overwhelmed with evil and had had enough. I ran out of the room and bumped into a woman in the hall. She too had lost her way. I told her to come with me. That was when a man came running out of the room like a bull. He was old but lively. His white long hair flapping around his shoulders. The woman and I ran down the corridor…
I appeared on Commonwealth Avenue in front of the old house. A familiar scene with familiar people. Though I am not in contact with any of them at this point in my life. I heard some commotion down the block and walked over to check it out. There was a family of four standing in front of a house talking with an unseen individual. They were looking up at the second floor window. I had asked what was going on to which the father informed me of a woman who had had her two children taken away. This information made me think of several dreams that I had in which other women had their children taken away as well.
Who is responsible for taking their children? Who are these women? Why had this happened?