The Weirdest Dream

I was driving along someplace and got a call from an out of state number. Answering it, the lady on the phone introduced herself as a person working in an agency in Kansas City that helps kids who are addicted to crack to find homes. I found it particularly hard to keep my concentration on the road and the phone call at the same time, so I told her I’d call her back. I was approaching my home (in some new area I’ve never seen) when I got another call from what I assumed was another agency but looked at my cell phone to notice that there were no numbers listed- only an acronym: RAPE. I never answered. Later on in the dream, I got another call from another anonymous called only using an acronym to identify himself or herself.
I arrive home to my unfamiliar house at the end of a block I’ve never seen before, somewhere in the country. I noticed that across the street a new building was erected overnight. It was a 5-6 story tall building and made of all red brick. It looked like a newer version industrialized turn-of-the century factories. It had a dark and ominous presence. Next thing I recall, I enter the house and exited sometime later to see that the building has changed again. Now there is a large fence protecting it, stretching the entire circumference of the property. The building itself has grown taller too, and the bricks grew larger- the bricks themselves are the size of a door.
At this point, I get up the courage to investigate. Walked around the large fence to a small opening in it on the other side of the building. The property appeared kept but no one was in sight and no sign to give direction or outward indications of what this place was. I entered the building. Bare single-colored walls and corridors that changed directions constantly. Didn’t stay long at all and never figured out the intent of the building, though, nevertheless, somehow knew that it was serving a sinister motive.
Again, back to my place across the street and again, looking out my window at the complex only to this time see that the building has changed into a completely different design- something that resembled certain buildings in the Cabrini Green housing projects. Except now, there are people in and around the place, congregating where no one had been before. Had to walk, this time, in a veritable maze of fences to get into the inner portion, on the property. I noticed that the grass on the property was dead and pointed this out to those that were around me, mentioning the contrast between the green grass on the other side of the fence. Went around to the entrance to see people lining up to pray to a symbol of inherently evil provenance- representing, perhaps, a demagogue. After they paid homage, they slide down a slide---going where, I do not know. At this point I got another phone call and the number was TCP/IP. I somehow drew the conclusion that the people calling me were inside the building so I decided to answer…. and before they spoke, I told them that I’d never bow to them and they would never subvert me as they were doing the others. Last thing I remember, I was trying to convince people to not pray to this…stone looking object that almost looked like two hands being held together.