The Secret in The French Factory

The dream this morning takes place in present day Paris, France. I am a young boy about 10 years old in this dream. I am in an old factory with a tall dark haired Frenchman in his early thirties. He owns this factory and he is my father in this dream. He is a tool and dye maker and this factory is a family run business. I am learning the trade from my father.

The factory is old and was built before world war two. It is built of brick and cinder blocks and filled with machines. Father and I are exploring the old building. He knows a secret he learned from his father. The factory during the war used slave labour and was run by the Nazis for a time. Somewhere in this building is a secret sealed off room that was bricked in. The exact location is unknown. All my father knows is that it is somewhere in the factory and what exactly is inside is a mystery.

We walk through the building searching every room for any sign that might reveal the location of the hidden room, finally, we come to the last room on the main floor. I climb up on a huge heavy wooden work table and look to the outside wall. This must be it! The bottom half of this wall is cinderblock and the top half is thousands of tiny bricks each about 1 inch square. The wall is about 20 feet high and this construction makes no sense. There are huge glass windows up top and the wall which is about ten feet thick. The mortar between the thousands of tiny bricks is loose and crumbling, and I feel a breeze coming through. This spot must be where the secret room is located.

Father says it is late and it is time to walk home from work. Next, I see us walking down the streets of Paris. We both are wearing dark suits and overcoats. I think it had been raining earlier. It is about 5pm. The streets are filled with roaming gangs of young Muslim men harassing good French people on their way home from work. Father softly hurls insults back at them under his breath. We continue walking home. I quickly glance back at them and I worry if we will make it home tonight. I wake up.

I wonder what is hidden in that room. Is it treasure or dead bodies? I have a great amount of sympathy for the French people. It is a shame what the government has done to their lovely country flooding them violent Muslim migrants. I just shake my head.

The factory is symbolic of repetitious thinking, old ways of doing things, business and productivity. There is a certain irony with the Nazi connection of the past and the Muslim invasion reality of the present. Both groups represent an evil and merciless force that cannot be reasoned with.
History seems to be repeating itself.

This dream is an objective look at the past and a new look at future possibilities. The survival of France looks dire. What does my personal future hold? This is yet another dream that leaves me wondering about the possibilities.