I was there last night. I realized it as I was walking in the rows and rows of ancient literature and scrolls. They were stacked high above my head. There were ladders to reach the highest shelves. Several men in robes were walking around, or reading. There was someone with me to my right, but just behind me, so I couldn't see her/him. He/she kind of transmitted the information of where I was to me, and it caused me to gain lucidity. I really didn't have time to ask why I was there, before I just got all emotional about it.
Sometimes when I think of all the knowledge we have lost due to the selfish and ignorant acts of some self-righteous people…I get upset. I want to be able to read knowledge from ancient civilizations. I want to see the Mayan codices that were burned by the Spaniards. I want to read books that were burned in the inquisition. It's such a shame, the losses we have all suffered because certain fools thought they knew all the answers, and erased any opposition to themselves and their own beliefs. Because of this, some are still doing it today.
Round and round and round, and we never ascend.
Sacred knowledge gets buried underground and into secret initiatory boy's clubs, and the masses get nothing but indoctrination and mind control. I got emotional about it in the dream, and just stood there crying while the other person with me hugged me, and comforted me, and said, "I know."