A Mind Control Program Using Orphan Children?

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Last night I woke up and I went back to sleep several times and I had several continuing and connected dreams, I am not sure in what order they go in and I can not remember most of them, but I will type what I remember as one dream even though it was not one dream.

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was at The B Parish Library where I work as a shelver, and I was working on my shelver job checking in items in the shelving room but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

I am not sure if this happened next or later but I remember being back at my shelver job at The B Parish Library on another day I assume, and I was once again checking in items.

My female coworker Mrs. D, who is teaching me during most of my checking in training, was there training me to check in items when suddenly the electricity in the library went out.

We waited for the electricity to come back on but it never did, and so we could not finish checking in items so I assume that work was cancelled for the day and we probably left but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

This part of the dream possibly took place before the previous part but I can not remember, I remember being in the yard of The E House during the day, and I went inside the laundry building that is outside by the fig tree.

Inside the laundry building I saw a cooler on the floor with a few dead fish on the floor near it, and so I move the dead fish outside the laundry building.

I opened the cooler to find some more dead fish, some ice (most of it was melted), and two cans of Coca-Cola (Coke) soda.

It seemed that someone had went fishing and so the dead fish were on ice but most of the ice was melted, and a few fish did not make it into the cooler so those two or three dead fish were probably no longer any good so I had them on the ground outside for now.

I took one of the cans of Coca-Cola for myself and I took the cooler outside to drain all the water off, and then I was going to add some more ice to it from a small ice reserve inside the cooler that was in its own separate part of the cooler.

After draining off all the water I added the  last of the ice to the cooler, and then I put the cooler back inside the laundry building.

Something strange happened where the dream possibly jumped to a story following some orphan children who all had whitish-colored skin and all of them I heard talk had British accents, and several of them were saying how they were tired of what was happening to them and they were talking about protesting and/or something like that.

I remember hearing a female voice tell them something about maybe how all of this was being done to them for a reason, and that one day when they are adults they will be called upon and/or activated for various reason(s) and so they were being trained/programmed/brain-washed/conditioned/whatever to prepare them for that time and/or something like that.

The woman’s voice possibly ended their inspiration and made them give up on the protest idea since it seemed that hidden microphones had probably allowed their conversation to be heard and so I then remember them sadly and disappointingly going into or being in a large windowless probably underground room with many orphan children with whitish-colored skin who had British accents (so I assume that this probably secret underground facility was probably located in The United Kingdom), they were all dressed the same in simple poor maybe gray uniforms/outfits/clothing, they seemed to all sleep on the floor on maybe mats, and there was probably a large screen on the left side of the room that was probably used as part of their training/brain-washing/conditioning/et cetera which probably included torture and other things besides the poor conditions to break these orphan children down mentally/emotionally/socially/physically.

This place looked pretty depressing and the orphan children looked the same, they probably looked a bit dirty too, and it seemed that someone/something/some group was gathering orphan children here as part of some mind control program and to use them for various purposes now (these orphans were probably forced to work and do other things as well) and in the future as adults (maybe mind controlled sleeper agents, et cetera).

The screen probably started to play something so the orphan children stood up to watch it with their depressing facial expressions, but some of the children were inspired to protest after hearing those other children from earlier so some of the children started yelling angrily at the screen about their protest and encouraging other to protest and maybe rebel.

This all reminded me of something from the book and film for Nineteen Eighty-Four:

The children who had come up with the idea to protest earlier had since given up on the idea after the female voice spoke to them earlier, and so these children tried to stop the others from protesting and they tried to get them to be quiet before the voice says something again.

Before the protest could spread a voice spoke over an intercom I assume, probably the same female voice from earlier, and the voice said something that I can not remember that reminded them of something which also included reminders of the punishments if they continue to protest and/or even think about rebelling.

Once again this female voice broke their inspiration and the protest ended, and the children sadly and disappointingly continued to do as they were told and watch and listen to the screen and do whatever it said, and whatever the voice told them to do et cetera.

Shortly after this the dream probably jumped back to me in the laundry building, I probably got my Coca-Cola, turned off the lights, closed the door, and went outside to drink my soda while maybe thinking about what I had just saw and heard et cetera.

But I woke up,

-John Jr

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