The Space In Between

2.4.14

I was hanging out in the bathroom with the tub filling with water for a bath, when suddenly I became distracted with concern that 'others' were soon going to be making their way into my home. I went around the home making sure it was secure when I suddenly remember that I had left the bath water running. By then I saw that the water was beginning to rise very quickly on the floor of the house. I ran into the bathroom. Once there I saw the water had risen to where it was almost to the electrical outlets. I quickly shut the water off and pulled the drain plugs (two of them) and began thinking of how to clean up the water mess.

But before I could do that a male family member came in and told me that 'they' were coming and we needed to hide quickly. We went into my bedroom. In my closest there was a panel in the ceiling, undetectable unless pushed on a certain way, that went up into a secret room. This secret room was like a secret half floor between floors of an apartment style building. We crawled up into the area and pulled the panel back into place. The half floor that we were now in was in itself a complete living enclosure as well. We made our way across the floor to the other side and found another panel. We opened this panel, sent a wooden ladder down, and crawled back down. We then made our way out down a hallway, to a spiral staircase that took us to the ground floor to exit the building.

We almost made it out of the building but were stopped by another friend with over a dozen 'refugees' behind him. Out friend begged us to help him and this group of people, saying 'they' were coming for them and they would all die if we didn't. Somehow I noticed this group of people were what were classified as 'outcast/non white/non aryan' types of people, including one young black man, of which I felt a bit surprised to see.

I couldn't let them die. I heard outside a ruckus, so I quickly herded the group of people back the way we had come. One by one, we shoved each of them into the secret half floor room. One was a mother with a newborn. I remember thinking the baby best not cry or it will be the downfall of us all. I told them, one by one, to be VERY, VERY quiet. My friend and I did not have time to make it up there with them. So, we covered the entrance and wished for the best, with a sinking feeling in our stomachs.

I woke feeling like I had just returned from Nazi Germany.