Around 26 years ago (1996), when I was 30 I had a dream. In this dream I was in a large wheat field. The wheat was starting to bow as it was just about harvest time. I looked up the hill and saw a house with a porch all the way around it. I was eminently transported into one of the rooms.
I found myself in a large room with a group of people standing in lines. They looked like they were in the military as they stood straight up looking forwards and not flinching. I couldn’t figure out why they were there. As I walked in front of them I noticed that there were windows, four in total. Two on one wall and two on the other. I thought why is it so gray in here? It should be brighter. I then turned to a person in line and asked what are you doing here? No response, they just stared forward and didn’t move a mussel. I then saw a door connecting to another room. I could see people in that room as well. I then walked to that door and entered.
As I entered the next room, I saw again the rows of people standing at attention and not even blinking. They looked to be in a trance. I also saw four windows with two being on each wall. It was still dimly lit even though you could see through the windows. As I walked through each row, I was asking them questions but non of them responded. I then noticed that each of them had a flash light in their right hand. I looked down and saw that I had one too. I quickly turned my light on and then a large white beam of light covered me from head to toe. I quickly started to tell the other people to turn on their light. Then I noticed another door leading to the next room with people in it as well.
This room was the same as the other two. People standing at attention and looking into nowhere. I walked through three rows and then I noticed that there where seven rows of ten people in each row. I thought to myself, this is strange but I keep going. I got to the middle of the fourth row and said out loud, “this is enough”. I stopped in front of this one person, garbed there shoulders and gave them a quick shake. They looked at me and blinked a few times. Then they asked me, what did you say? I said, “turn on your light”. They looked down at their hand and turned on their light. I looked into their face and they smiled.
The next thing I remembered I was back in the wheat field looking at this house again wondering what It was all about. I then woke
One house, one porch all around, four rooms, four windows per room and twelve in total, two doors, seven rows of ten people at attention, dimly lit, flash light, turning on the light, covered by beam of light