This dream had a definate tone of misery, abandonement and loneliness. I was a young child (gender not determined) in a dirty, tall verticle run down building. I was with several other children both girls and boys. We were all dirty, grimey, malnourished and crowded into a dimly lit stuffy building. I remember seeing marks on the walls that we marked in dirt, one slash for every day we were stuck there. There were 300 marks. I also remember crawling up to the top window and peeping out at the little beam of light ... the only light in the building. The window was barred but I could peer out at the playground below. It was a bright sunny day and there were children playing. Happy children. And all we could do was watch wearily out. That was when I noticed our captor. He was large. A large dirty grimey man who went out to that playground and brought back little children like us to be his prisoners. I saw him bringing back another. We all were filled with dread . We feared and hated this man.