Finding Home, Chapter 3; Dream about the Children

Dream about the Children March 18, 1997

This was a strange night for dreams, none of which made sense at the time. To begin with while I was sleeping I had an experience that left me feeling unsure whether it was part of a dream or something which was more of a vision.
I heard a loud sound. It reminded me of a loud echo from a hand slapping hard on a metal table. I then saw a very bright red light, round in shape. It reminded me of a car brake light in colour and brightness. Whatever this was it gave me quite a scare, a memory I cannot completely grasp. Still too much fear surrounding it, I suppose.
Once I had calmed myself down I fell asleep. What happened next was quite unsettling because I couldn’t tell if I was awake or dreaming, it seemed so real. It was as if I was reliving an experience and very frightened without understanding why.
The bedroom door came open and I got up to make sure it was closed tight. It closed, but would not click shut. It seemed very important the door remain closed. I was trying to keep something or someone out so there was a feeling of panic connected to the door being open.
The more I tried the more the door resisted and I became very frightened. I realized I had to calm down so I could figure out what was wrong. I leaned against the door with all my weight, closed my eyes and tried to envision the light allowing me to connect with Sapphire. I was finally able to see it and hold onto it which calmed me down. At last I was able to shut the door and go back to bed.
I actually woke up at this point and realized I had just been dreaming, but it had felt so real and I was sure it was actually happening. A bit unsettling…
Going back to sleep once more I fell into another dream. I was watching some monks walking down a grassy slope, not sure where this was. They were walking towards the monastery on a bright sunny summer day. The next image that came to me was a very rough looking man pulling a travois up a ladder and over a wall. There was a dead man on the travois and a bulging burlap sack.
This unidentified man said the sack contained three children the dead man had killed (he must have been talking to the monks). Someone opened the bag to see if he was telling the truth and I saw the body of a young girl with blood all over her face. The next image I saw was of this same girl sitting in an old fashioned tub, washing the blood off her face and body. She was telling her story as she did so. There was another small child in a similar tub next to her. She was a chubby faced little cherub – so adorable. This was the end of that dream. I don’t remember seeing the third child so I am unsure if all three survived their ordeal.
It seemed the children had survived. I never found out what happened to them, why they had been in the sack covered in blood. Perhaps it was their only means of escape from a traumatic situation. Even today I struggle to understand the connection to me that I would dream of these children and their ordeal. Somehow though it seems important to remember this dream and include it in my story, as it may yet reveal its importance at some later date.
Is this dream trying to address Argentina and the smuggling and selling of children?