I Open The Doors To My Dreams

There is an emergency situation at work and many employees are working late. The company restaurant has remained open, and the kitchen has improvised a dinner. I collect my dinner at the counter, and sit down at a table near the window. Looking out the window I realize that the company is no longer situated in Leiden, but in Den Haag. Something unpleasant happening in the street outside the window captures my attention; I jump up and run outside. At the bus stop in front of the company building I get into the first bus that arrives. Inside it's dark, and I can't see the other passengers properly, even though the bus is very full, with many people standing. The passengers are ghost-like, as if made of smoke, and none of them move or speak. The bus doesn't produce any sound either. I nervously wait for the bus to arrive at the final stop. However, before this happens I once again experience something urgent, and I jump off the bus at the next stop. This appears to be the stop...

In this dream I'm an observer, not a participant. From my point of view in outer space I'm watching an endless procession of children climbing an invisible, circular staircase. Lines of four children (four children next to each other) are climbing the invisible steps ahead of them. Af few steps down, another four children. And so on until eternity. They move in lockstep, which is an amazing sight, and they are wearing white nightgowns, which makes them look like angels. Maybe that's why they look up at the sky, not at their feet. There seems to be a limitless supply of children. Higher and higher they go, without ever pausing.  It's a tower of children, floating in space, making not a single sound. There is music surrounding them, but it cannot be heard. There is light surrounding them, but it cannot be seen. I'm in awe of what I see and hear.