In my dream I was locked in a barred jail with about 20 other girls and I was given a piece of paper with a number on it. Once all the numbers were distributed the gaurd explained that when our number was called, it was our job to "service" the men. Instantly I grew sick to my stomach knowing that my purity was about to be broken by force.
I was given a higher number so I knew I had plenty of time before it was my turn to "work." I started praying in the cell and suddenly the gaurd comes up to me and says "there has been a delay." He lets me out of the cell to roam the city with very specific instructions and threats. I am to be back within 1 hour, I cannot talk to anyone and if I do not show up within the hour, I will be found and punished. (Instantly fear ran through me).
The next thing I know, I am decending down these steps and into the city. Once inside the city, I begin running up to people on the street trying to tell them what is happening to me. Unfortunately, I was in an invisable bubble. No one could see me, no one could hear me, no one wanted to help me. Time went into slow motion as I watched people going about their normal daily lives.
I begin weeping and screaming, "DOESN'T ANYONE CARE!?! DOESN'T ANYONE CARE!?!" Then I awoke.
In view of your dream that I just read about, I wanted to share one I had on 08-30-09.....
I dreamed I was a young woman...a black woman. I found myself standing before a group of people who were 'examining' me and deciding my worth. A woman in the group told me I how attractive I was and could be more so if I'd put on some makeup and fix myself up...and that she'd help me do that. I felt flattered at first, but in the course of observing the group's treatment of the others, I realized I was being preped to be sold...panic started to rise in me and events began to happen very quickly as I tried to make an escape. I felt like I was being hunted down and there was no place to hide. There was a sense of urgency, not only for myself but for the group of people being taken with me....like a door of opportunity that was closing FAST! Somewhere between our initial capture and transfer...a door was open. In the dream as the fleeing young woman, I was looking for that door. I saw a small room and I knew a woman was in there that I somehow knew as 'righteous'. I broke in on her, and flung myself over her as she was on her knees. I remembering speaking into her ear an urgent, pleading message..."This is an exodus cry....pray, please, PRAY NOW!!"