My dreams (more than one night) start with myself looking over a banister or railing down into a deep and narrow room. there is only one entrance/exit and that is by a ladder that was pushed up against the farthest wall.someone hoped that no one could ever hope to be down in that room again. In the room, on the floor was a bowl and a blanket. someone had been kept down there. I felt fear and also relief that that someone used to be me. Behind me and to my left was a being. Some one who knew what was going on, but only a guide. I believe it was a male. After I noticed him behind me I said to him, "I need to go into that room", and I pointed down toward a narrow hall that was approximately the length of an average human and as tall as a small child. An adult would have to crawl, but we didn't. No sooner than the words came out of my mouth, we were in a small room. I was amazed but then became angry as I saw a teenage boy with red hair and an evil look. He was picking up a box and carrying it outside. The room had two doors. One door was an exit to outside and the other was a closet. I felt that there was someone sitting in the closet. From no where I knew that someone was named Fear and the red head was named Inferiority. Even though I knew their names I shouted, "who are you and where is your mother?" Theis whole room was full of boxes. At the moment I did not care what was in them. The next instance I was brought into a huge ware house. It was an attachment to the other rooms. The deep room was now behind me, the being was still behind me to my left, and I began to look around me and absorb all that was going on. I saw people talking and touching things, wandering around a long waist high table covered with red velvet cloth that reached to the floor. I saw no one that I recognized. On top of this table were everyday items one might find at a garage or estate sale. That thought went through my mind and I asked the being those questions. There was no answer. I proceeded to walk down the left hand side of the table to the end, no thing was there that interested me. When I turned right, I saw a beautiful beaded bag with a drawstring. I opened it up and from the inside it looked enormous. From the outside it was average, and maybe a little on the small side. Inside of the bag were two things, an unknowable amount of black and white photographs of people, and also a vast amount of uncut, unpolished gemstones. I was excited about this find! I knew that these were souls. So I asked the guide if I could have the bag and all that went with it. He said "yes, but not right now". so I hid the bag underneath the table cloth and began to look around again. Immediately I saw two dolls. the first was a Hiltler doll and the second an SS soldier. When I held them I was filled with revulsion and I "saw" that they had belonged to Death. Death was a woman sitting in a bathtub full of blood. She was no longer alive, and I was GLAD! tThe being then called to my attention a glassed in case full of butcher's equiptment. I felt a vague memory of pain, but chose not to feel it fully, so I turned away from it. Back to the table. The being then turned me towards sliding glass doors that looked out into the night, out into a dirty city being cleansed by rain. I was afraid to go out there, but the guide told me I didn't have to go out yet. 1st DREAM OVER.