Wierd Dream I just had.
I was tring to make my way through many people in a hallway. I had a child with me who was constantly causing a lot of trouble. He was very much out of control. I couldn’t hold his hand and rag him along. I tried to pick him up, but he squirmed a lot. Anything I tried just wouldn’t work. Somehow I was able to get him to a little room behind a doorway at the end of the hall. On the opposite side of the hall was the entrance to the building with many busses outside. An older man in a suite was alone setting at a desk. There were not any chairs that I could try to set the boy down in. As the man started asking me questions from a form, the boy still squirmed, unaware of what was really going on. I had no idea about the boys background except for his initials “J. E.” I left the man to continue asking questions as I looked behind each door within to room to see if I can put the boy in one of them until I was done. Each room smelled of web paint. Some rooms still had many half-empty paint cans in them along with cloth covering things. I came back to the man while holding the boy upside down in my arms. The boy slipped and bumped his head on the hard floor. I was shocked with what had just happened, but looking the boy over seemed to show no problems. The man seemed to pay no attention to it, as if he had seen it many times before. THe last question was the boys name. “John Ellis” I said, not quite sure if that was his name. I was not sure if I was of any relation to the boy. Was I his father, a relative, or simply delivering him? “You will be called upon once more to vote for the queen once this is all over”. The man was referring to a war that was happening and an election of people to represent us to the queen. My mind wasn’t really paying much attention to the gentleman or what he was talking about.I looked at the boy. He was strangley calm now that all the paperwork was done. I wasn’t sure if I had done the rite thing. Was I abandoning this boy? Could I visit him? Where was he going? I took him to a bus which had words on the side saying “all the queens children”. As I buckled him into a seat on the bus, I was wondering if I should explain what was to happen to him, and why I had sent him on his way. They were questions that I didn’t know the answer to myself. I didn’t know if I could come, or if it was too late to take him with me. All the other boys on the bus were not making a sound, perhaps knowing their fate.
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