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Dreamed this last night 10/9/07. Dreamed I moved into a nice apartment. It was a very spacious apartment and most of that space was for all the big windows. It was a sunny day so my abode was filled with light. All the walls were white, the carpet was white. It was simple and clean, just like the neighborhood. The neighborhood had mid-size white ideal American dream homes with perfect manicured lush green lawns. Teens and kids were jump roping in the streets; a great activity for kids and it was a beautiful day.

Something was not quite right. I looked out my window at a run down old school that had been abandoned for a long time. It looked like the bell in the bell tower could fall down at any second given the condition of the wooden supports, then the bell started to ring, all by itself! This was the kind of bell a person had to be in the bell tower pulling the rope in order to ring, and it was ringing by itself. I heard peals of loud, deep thunder as it rang, but there was no sign of a storm.

It stopped, and it started up again at exactly 3:30pm. How strange! Whoever heard of a bell not marking just the start of every new hour but every half hour of the new hour? Anyway, I felt sorry for the building, a place that served the community so well shouldn't be allowed to rot away.

Mom gave me some info on the school. It was actually an old church, an old Presbytarian chruch. When she said that, the church changed, the paint freshened, the rotting process of the wood reversed, and it was as it used to be. A white sign on the front of church read in blue letters that kind of looked like Greek read:
OVERCOME MAN. A longer similar sign along the side of the building read, MANKIND MUST BECOME EXTINCT.

I was invited by the some of the church decons to come and help fix up the church. My job was to clean up the basement. As I was cleaning the basement, many old women would come and bow to the basement windows. They would set a lighted white candle in front of them and mourn silently for the past.

Meanwhile, I found strange things in storage down in the basement. I found mashed potatoes, still fresh. I found an old wedding photograph that looked like it was taken around the first World War. I was careful with that, because I wanted to find the elderly woman who's photo this belonged to, and give it to her. The old women started to get up and leave at that point. There was also an enormous old chifforobe (http://www.ask.com/reference/dictionary/ahdict/30680/chifforobe). It was made of very dark wood. It gave me kind of an eerie feeling. Do I even want to know what's in that old thing? Suddenly, the basement that had moments before crammed with miscellanous junk (some of it not junk) became clean and largely empty. How did I so fantastically complete my task so quickly?

Some much of this dream has haunting images...there was such sad feeling with the wedding photo of the bride and her husband on the staircase - what happened that they left it behind? Bells seem to open doors in the spirit world in my dreams, sometimes bringing death, sometimes good things, but always opening doors to let in some great power. The sad little school building...sad and happy at the same time...