Dream of the City Arcade, early a.m. May 2, 2012
I found myself on the side walk of a city street in a major metro area. My general sense of it was that it was Philadelphia. Though I have no idea really what direction I was facing, for the reader's sake, I will say I was on the west sidewalk on the south end of a city block. There appeared to be older buildings on both sides of the street, kind of like historic brick row houses, the full length of the block. These buildings were about eight stories tall? There was a paved (not brick or cobblestone) street that ran through the middle, and there were a few people milling around, crossing the street etc, but not very close to me. It was quiet, there were no sounds. There was diffused daylight light coming down from overhead. Possible afternoon sun.
I was an outsider, but I was with someone who understood that; that I did not know where I was or what I was looking at. It was a woman who I did not get a great view of, nor did I know. Maybe middle-aged, shoulder length dark hair, wearing a dark blue (?) dress that went a little below the knees. She was in my peripheral vision to my left, facing me. She was my guide, kind of. She helped me 'understand' things, versus discussing them. I'm not sure that we actually even spoke to each other.
I looked up into sky, and 'understood' something, more than 'seeing' something. I 'understood' that this city block was like an old historic city Arcade, Not a gaming arcade, but where the street and the building(s) on either side are covered with a glass roof and there's an entrance in and out. The entire street and buildings were 'sealed' as it were, though I couldn't see the glass at the top as it was clear and without any visible support structure spanning the street, way up there. Then I was made to understand why we sealed in here.
It was not "safe" outside the block because of some kind of Toxicity. The air was toxic. Where we were was a small section of the city that was hermetically sealed. really just a block long street. My sense was that there were not many other places in the city sealed like this, maybe none, but I can't swear to it.
Then I got a sense of the vibe of the place, which was one of ominous nervousness. People were nervous about this and it made me feel a little nervous, though I didn't feel I was in danger. One was apparently safe inside this area, and I was an observer, not really living in this place. My guide did not seem nervous. She was actually distant, though, and somber. (like the man in the Dream of the Atrium. see link below).
Upon looking up, I then saw the strangest part of the dream. Way up there, at the top, were metal gridded racks, square and very large, hung vertically like laundry between the two sides of the street, right down the middle. Each one looked like a huge cooling rack you would put cookies on when they came out of the oven. They ran the whole length of the street from over my head to the other end, in one continuous row of racks. How they were actually hung up there I couldn't see. They hung perpendicular to the direction of the street, one rack after another, fairly close to each other. There were lots of them. These racks seemed to be about 4-5 meters square, though that's a rough estimate from my vantage point. very large.
It got even stranger. This was really the main focus of the dream. Attached somehow to each rack was a giant dark green leaf as large as the rack itself. They looked like a spinach leaf, sort of. That beautiful dark green color. They were not sandwiched, as it were, between two racks, but each leaf was attached to its own rack, somehow. They were growing up there on the racks, close to the sun. Hung high up at the top, so it would get as much sunlight as possible. It was kind of like hydroponics, but I didn't see a watering system.
Then I 'understood' what these were really were. These leaves were food that was being grown in here, like a giant green house. It was being grown in here because outside was not safe. You could not grow food outside because the air was toxic and dangerous. These plants were super important as food. strange.
Then I 'understood' something else, which I can't say I liked.
Not everyone could grow these leaves, I was informed. You had to be 'registered'. That was exact term my "guide" used. "Registered" with whom, I had no idea. Some bureaucracy, but that part of the dream was also somewhat ominous. I didn't like it and I still don't, even while writing this.
The dream ended.
My notes:
This dream has things in common with another dream I had earlier in January 2012 found here, I called the "Dream of the Toxic Flying Ship".
The person I was with was a stranger.
The environment was silent, devoid of noise.
Toxicity was a key theme of the dream.
It appeared to be afternoon.
An north-eastern USA city was probably involved.
The vibe of the dream was one of nervous anxiety.
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This is another of these dreams, like the Dream of the Atrium found here:
and it's included main link, in that it is highly detailed, and I remember it clearly. As with that dream, I was in a area flooded with daylight from above.
Special notes:
Philadelphia apparently had the first Arcade (an enclosed glass-roofed shopping area) in the USA. Built in 1827, demolished in 1860, on Chestnut street.
here's a link to the architect and his list of projects where it is mentioned.
Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell are both addressed in downtown Philadelphia on Chestnut Street. The arcade of 1827 was a block away apparently.
Jesus is Lord.
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Readers -
In the dream that I posted in a previous article,
I'm pretty sure I was in Philadelphia. Be sure
to read the dream first. Notice a strong
similarity between the environ in the dream
and the message of the Lord Jesus to the
church of Philadelphia in Revelation 3:7 -
"And to the angel of the church in Philadelphia
write: 'The words of the holy one, the true one,
who has the key of David, who opens and no one
will shut, who shuts and no one opens."
Where I was, in Philadelphia, was sealed,
not unlike the Lord's reference to Himself.