I visited an abandoned children's hospital in the most lucid dream I've had in a while.

I just woke up from a dream where I visited New Orleans. In it, I and a traveling party came onto an abandoned riverside facility - "Skara Brae Memorial Children's Hospital" that apparently shut down in 1907.

A tour guide told us that many physical (misfortunes; forgot the word) happened to the children inside the hospital and on the grounds surrounding it, so it is rumored that we could still see the patients here.

Then I saw them floating around the hospital. Surprisingly enough, seeing these apparitions didn't faze me. They looked in the same conditions as they did when they died.

I went to bed in the middle of watching a Monk episode this afternoon (sometime about 2-3:30) because I got maybe 1-2 hours of sleep that morning, and kept asleep until about 3:15 this morning.

I guess lengthy rest WILL procure lucid dreams! Moreover, some dreams make me feel like a boy again.

Now, was there a children's hospital that shut down in New Orleans before 1950? If I can see pictures of them, maybe I can match it up to the abandoned hospital (and museum of sorts) that I saw in my dream.

Moreover, I KNEW I heard the term "Skara Brae" before somewhere, so I looked it up on Wikipedia. Here it was:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skara_Brae

My dream didn't seem congruent in that regard; I should've been visiting an old children's hospital in Scotland, or one named "Metairie Memorial Children's Hospital," or any abandoned hospital with a New Orleans-esque name.

Incidentally, I only saw apparitions of white children. New Orleans is known for a considerable minority population. Why did my dreaming processes shut that out?

Weirdly enough, even though I only saw white apparitions, later into my dream, just a few minutes before waking up, I was walking down a street to an appliance department store, somewhere else in New Orleans. I saw some minority pedestrians walking alongside a street.

My only hypothesis is that this old children's hospital used to be segregated and only admitted white female patients. (I honestly can't remember seeing boy apparitions here either.)

I need to take this story to a somebody or some organization who studies dreams. Perhaps their analysis can give me a better glimpse of some deep psychological part about me.