between insects and angels

So if you keep up on my reading my sporadic blog you would know I always have dreams and on occasion i post about them. I had one that I find really strange so I will post it.

Its night time and I am in a huge line of people outside of a very large building (think old Chicago post office over the Eisenhower exp.). This line is huge so much so that there is scaffolding put up to redirect the lines over themselves to maximize the usable space. We are all being corraled into this huge building. Inside the building there are all kinds of police but they are in more military looking uniforms. Outside there are tons of bright lights and helicoptors with spotlights shining everywhere. The whole time I am wondering why I was draged out of my bed by these police people in these new blue uniforms to this place. Everyone I ask has no idea why we are here but everytime someone trys to run away they are "taken down" by the police and dragged to where I assume is Jail. After a very long time I see that the line I am in is going inside the building. Once I get to one of the military police people attending at what looks like a podium they ask me my name, if i was ever in the military , what my date of birth is and if i know my SSN. They reprint up all these documents in a matter of moments and hand them to me and tell me to hang on to them. I am then told to report to number 17. I get the idea that this is the highest number in their scheeme and that is not a good thing to report to that number. As I walk all the way to the back of this giant wearhouse full of people I know this is happening all over this building and there must be thousands of people here. When I get to the back of this huge room i see number 17 and there is only two people sitting under this number. Funny to find out its my 30 year old brother and my 15 year old neice. He sees me, laughs and says that what ever is happening its gotta be bad that us three are stuck under the same number (we are the strongest psychics in our family). My neice is scared but she can see the future and seems to be pretty at ease that we are going to be fine. Then i say I am going to go see who else we know in the lines since I have not checked into my line and I go. I end up seeing my other neice and nephew and my other sister michelle and then i keep getting told to find renee. She is my youngest sister as the dream ends with us beeing put on rail cars or in trucks like we are all being sent to concentration camps. Concentration camps for mutants or freaks. Then i wask up feeling like my sister is gone. pretty shitty feeling i think.