9-27-20 "Abortion Dream"

Woke up at 4:27am...on 9/27... from a horrific abortion dream, so vivid it took 30 minutes to calm down from the waves of nausea and detailed events of what had played out in front of me, to even get it in written form, imprinted so clearly in my memory.I was in a small room that resembled a processing plant, that seemed to be a maze leading into other rooms just like it; very sterile-cold feeling, metal tables, small clear plastic tubs full of mangled body parts, covered in blood- you could hardly make out what they were, but I saw teeny disconnected heads, barely there limbs.I seemed to be speaking to a reporter at my side, relaying what we were taking in, while still having a conversation with a woman who was calmly snapping the necks of preborn babies as we talked. Over and over I kept saying, “It smells like death”One by one she would take a plastic bag hanging like an assembly line off a rack, continuing her “business” as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, driven, unemotional. But with every life snuffed out, I could hear each silent scream-it was like a horror movie that wouldn't stop. I wanted to rescue them, but felt like my hands were tied, I couldn't even process what was happening- it was like this woman had no soul. As she disposed of their body parts into the tubs, hands soaked in blood, I kept hearing “Blood on her hands” in my spirit.A man and woman showed up in business attire (she was in a red polo shirt), appearing to be the minds behind this mass murder we were witnessing and I couldn't take it anymore- got violently sick all over the tables.Suddenly, the dream shifted and I was looking at a resolution drawn up by Kanye West, to put an end to the entire operation.I woke up shaking uncontrollably, soaked in sweat, sobbing into the room as I held my womb, rocking back and forth, crying out on behalf of our nation, “We are so, so sorry”