American Dreamer - pt 1 (?)

In 2008, I stood on top of the Tower of Babel which I had climbed (10 stories tall!) in the middle of the Desert that is my homeland, and while there I found a podium. It was printed on an instructional paper fixed to that podium, that this tower was built to show how dreams are made into reality and dedicated to a father who lived and loved through his dreams. It was also written that for one to see their dreams happen, they need only whisper, speak, yell or proclaim them here.
I knew this had some truth to it, for I was standing in the wind and dust my dreamscape - I knew that my reality, thick with deja vous and strange familiarities - was something I had seen and experienced before. Years ago, I had dreamed of this homecoming. First I whispered to the podium speaker, that I had dreamed all of this, and it was delightful to find myself here - then, I shouted it to the wind - this - all this - had been dreamed. Strange and real, dreams do come true.
From the top of this tower, I could see each sparkling brilliant light of our City. I was suddenly swept up in a dance, whirled around with the wind and embraced, turned and swept up - it was exhilarating. The fires of this creation were everywhere in celebration of our homecoming. Art spilled onto the walkways and covered every face.
I spotted a strange structure - a building large and well lit and not far from the Tower. When I arrived at the Department of Dreamland Security, the doors were locked. It would be two days before I would finally find them open.