I was in Las Vegas with a group from IHOP on a Ministry Trip (The dream didn’t specifically say what we were there for). So we all were under a tent that we built and I remember that we were in the median of the road where cars on both sides were going their opposite ways but we were at the end of the median and in front of us there was a fork in the road one going South West and the other going South East. On the South West side there were girls lined up all along the road. This side of the road had such a gloom to it and I had such a sick feeling in my stomach the whole dream. I was sitting in a chair where our stuff was set up and I saw a girl with tears in her eyes kind of wandering on the South West road, she was walking in the middle of the road so I went up to her but I didn’t say anything and she looked at me and said, “I am sick of being dirty I didn’t make this choice, women walk by me and spit on me and I used to be one of them.” Then She said, “everyone considers me dirty and they think I chose to be a Whore but I was made one out of force.” I remember she was dirty and not pretty but not because of her features but because of her abuse and lack of care she has become aged. She had a paper in her hand that she held it with great care. There was writing on it but I don’t know what it said other than “Love, Morgan” (I looked up the meaning of Morgan and it means Great Circle). Then I looked to my right and a truck was coming, a dark grey old truck with a cage in the back on the bed of the truck. A really small black woman was driving the truck and stopped it on the street where all the women were. She got out and opened the back cage up and about eight girls under the age of fifteen came out. The little woman told the girls “look lively, look lively,” but as they walked out they were very small and unbecoming they had dark garments on and tears in their eyes. I looked at the first girl and as I did Benji walked up. She looked at him and for the first time there was hope in here eyes. As I looked at Benji I began to cry and said “we can’t do a thing, what they do is legal, we can’t help them, we can’t help them, everything they do is legal.” Then I went and sat down weeping in my chair, but Benji stayed. The girl began to walk up to him but one of the other girls grabbed her and said “Elizabeth stop you’ll get in trouble! But she pulled away and went to Benji seductively handing him a paper written in red saying HELP ME.” Then Benji shouted to the little black lady who was in charge and said “How much?” I can’t remember the price but he paid her and took Elizabeth (I looked up Elizabeth and it means God is my oath) back to our tent and made someone take her in a cab. The next thing I knew we were at IHOP. Benji told Elizabeth that her trust had been scourged but this would be her sanctuary and she was safe now. Her eyes were dark, but in the midst of her dark broken eyes I could now see a glimmer of hope.
