I'm in a huge building building with lots of empty space. I'm confused about my surroundings and search my memories for where I might be. Experiments are done here to reach other places I'm not sure if its to reach other worlds, dimensions, time or all the above. A light but thick grey fog is everywhere but when I close my eyes I can sense dinosaurs for a split second (red T-Rex?), flying cars and a scientist running with students. He is anxious about getting caught exposing the truth to the world. He and his students are in a hurry to leave, he is wearing a white coat with large pockets and holding a lot of papers under his arms. If they can get out of the building they will be safe. I want to help them. A very real fear rises up in the scientist and I feel it with him. I know something I shouldn't know.
I'm walking up some very old steps into a building. I am looking for my family. I sense they are happy. I sense someone or maybe more with me. I felt happy and excited to get to my family. I open some old large wood doors that I sense they are behind. It's a huge room of people and they are all sad. A funeral? I feel guilty for making so much noise coming in. At times it had a church feel to it but not always. The building is very old and the ceiling is 3 maybe for stories high. The room got dark and foggy at about 2nd level. Most of the people were ahead of me and I think they were all standing. There was a separate pocket of people to the right of the door I came in and it was set back. A little room off in a back corner, but open to the rest of the large room. I decided to search in this small pocket first. The room was brightly lit with artificial light and the ceiling was low. There were a lot of people in this pocket but it wasn't as crowded as the main room. I'm not sure but I think I found one of my boys (My 4 boys are adults but in the dream he is a child). For whatever these people were gathered for it was dismissed. Everyone in the small pocket was friendly and chatty. I am holding one of my daughters she is a toddler (I have a grown daughter and a preschool daughter). I hear someone calling me from the back left side of the main room. I head that way. I sense that I do have family mixed in this large room of strangers. I found my mom and we are glad to see each other. She reached for the daughter I was holding and I handed her over (my mom passed away in sept. 2003).
There is a moment of blackness or I don't remember something.
I'm holding a white egg. It's probably 3x's the size of a normal egg and its rapped in a ribbon. I don't know the color of the ribbon. The egg is extremely cold. My mom is holding a decorative basket with similar eggs in it. I tell her my egg is extremely cold and ask if I can put it in her basket. She holds the basket out for me to put my egg in. As I put my egg in she becomes angry with me. She tells me I'm going to be too rough and break all the eggs. I look in the basket that I just put my egg in and there are 3 -5 large eggs moving unnaturally to make room for the egg I put in. There was a large egg with a ribbon and my egg was being moved to the bottom of the basket. It seems there were silver swirls moving it to the bottom. My mom was so angry and yelling at me. I didn't understand her behavior. I felt guilty and embarrassed.
Another jump in the dream.
I am in a basement room of the large old building. Cement narrow stairs lead to this small room. Chairs are lined up in rows like in a small classroom. My mom was there and I sensed my children were too. So there was 2 groups of rows of chairs. Maybe 2 rows of chairs than a fairly good sized open space and more rows of chairs. I was in the front row of the 2nd group of chairs. I don't recall sitting down. At first everyone was chatty and smiling. I recall my mom talking to a lady sitting in the last row, last chair, of the first group of chairs. She was tall, short mouse colored hair that was starting to grey. She wore a church dress of the 80's, it might have been brown. She was quiet and very calm arms in her lap. I only saw the backside of her. I'm in the room but feel disconnected to it too. The room of people were talking quietly among themselves but the air quickly turned to one of anxiety and fear but calm. I didn't feel these feelings but was listening to all the whispers. The only whispers I remember were that Disney princesses were to blame and that someone in the room was about to have a psychotic breakdown. Everyone looks up and stares at the woman in the 80's dress. She suddenly becomes very upset and she is removed from the room.
Another jump.
I'm in a large old building I don't know if its a school, where I work or both. This building feels closely related to the first one from the start of my dream. It's the end of the day, I am in a wide hallway and I am anxious to get out of the building. I'm afraid of getting exposed. I know something important, but need to find out more. I need to get it out to the world before its too late. Today I just need to make it out the door to the outside. I will be safe outside. As I am walking through the halls and going down elevators I keep picturing myself going through the door and being outside where its safe. There is someone near me making me nervous and I hope its just nerves. I see the door I am almost there someone else opens it and walks out. I'm super focused on reaching the door. I reach for the door when a teacher/scientist to my right behind a window counter yells out with urgent anxiety that he needs someone to deliver a package right now. This package is hugely important. Without hesitation I tell him I will do it. He shakes his head "no" at me. He says the package must not go outside and he is worried that I will not listen. As he says this I can see a scene playing in my head about me wearing a tan rain coat and hat with package in hand going outside as a shortcut and reentering through a side door. I grab his hands with mine, look into his eyes and I calmly say, "I will not take it outside! I will deliver it." At the same time I felt that I knew this man. He was an older man black, greying, wild hair. Old suit coat. He was or use to be my teacher. This gesture immediately calmed him. He went and got a really large vanilla envelope. He stuck an old parchment inside that appeared to sparkle. He sealed the top of the envelope and as he handed it over he said I must not open it. I looked at the sealed top and sparkly salt crystals were already forming around the edge of the top. Some of the salt crystals fell off as I held it. I took off. The folder folded over on itself like it had been folded before. At first I was worried it shouldn't be folded but that was fleeting. I reached an elevator that looked like a tiny classroom inside. Blue/grey carpet on the floor and was also on the few chairs in the elevator room. I think there was a chalkboard on the back wall. There was a man there dressed in a heavy long coat (black?) and wore a hat. It reminded me of the old detective movies. I was nervous about him. We waited for our floor(s) for awhile. I don't know if we went up down or sideways. I felt a ring drop from my person. It was than that I noticed I was dressed in a heavy wool grey/black coat and a hat (I do own a heavy grey/black coat). I wondered why I was so over dressed. I got on the floor to look for this ring. In my mind I saw an old decorative large gold ring with a ruby on top. The sides were thick. More like a king would wear. I was worried I wouldn't be able to find the ring. I saw something small a shiny. I knew it wasn't the ring but reached for it just in case. It was silver but nothing. I then saw the ring back and to the right. It was a smaller lady's ring, but it was the ring. I knew it was mine and the ruby was really beautiful. I sensed my stop coming and needed to hurry and get up. Another man entered the elevator. The ring suddenly became very important and I must keep it safe. I became very anxious about these men especially the new one. I didn't trust him. He seemed angry and bitter. I suddenly felt that I needed to get off but I hesitated because I wasn't sure if this was the right spot or my emotions wanted it to be. I found I couldn't move. I was stuck to the spot. In slow motion I watched as the doors were closing. Fear and anxiety washed over me about missing the stop and if I would ever be able to find it again. I lunged at the door with all my might. I jumped forward, stopped the door and time/motion returned to normal. I sighed with relief and got off the elevator. I felt the doors close behind me. I was in a concrete room. I think it was a parking garage. There were 2 men. I think one was there to observe and nothing more. There but not there. The other man was the person I needed to give the envelope to. He opened it, took everything out, examined the contents (for what appeared to be seconds) dropped it all to the ground and walked away. I looked to where he dropped everything, there were normal white papers, old parchments and a large jar (like the extra large pickle jars) with the main parchment wrapped around it perfectly. Even around the rim. The jar didn't have a lid. All the parchments were in foreign language or perhaps math formulas and drawn pictures. It all was in small groups arranged in all directions around the paper. The paper was very old, yellowed and brown edges. The writing and drawing were very black. The parchment around the jar started to sparkled and salt crystals formed around the edges. The word telekinesis entered my mind. I woke up.
I remember reading about telekinesis as a child but its not anything I ever showed much interest in and haven't thought much about it since I was a kid. This word puzzles me and I am baffled by it.