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I've been a bit busy with things lately and haven't been entering my dreams (in spite of me promising myself I would this year). I'm kicking myself right now because roughly a month ago I had a dream about a volcano erupting, though the dream seemed more focused on other things than the actual eruption. I was pretty shocked to find out about Hawaii today through Facebook.

In the dream I had, I was in a nice house, but not MY house. I had 3 of my children with me. It seemed like a normal day and I had just gotten home from shopping when I heard screaming and yelling. I went outside and in the sky I could see planes and fireballs and hear load explosive noises. At first I thought the planes were shooting the fireballs, but then in the distance, I could see that a volcano had erupted (which made more sense) and I quickly gathered up my children and put a back pack on each of them, filling them with necessities and valuables. The whole time I felt just sick to be losing our home. I had put a lot of work into it and it was my dream home. (no pun intended)  I could see the lava flowing from the volcano in the distance to the neighborhood I was in and probably stayed longer in the house than I should have, gathering things that I thought we would need. Each kid had a blanket, a pillow and snacks, and my bags were full of any valuables and my favorite set of paints and colored pencils I felt I would need to make money.

We left the house just as the lava reached it and followed an empty highway to a place where a bunch of people had gathered. Charities were all around offering clothes and food for those in need. I didn't think I should be taking advantage of things just yet because the kids and I had more than most people. I felt we mainly needed a place to sleep. We walked past an open building that was taking in people. It was run by a church and the lady who owned it seemed really nice so I went in with the kids to have a look around. As I was looking around, this woman gave me a weird vibe. I couldn't quite put my finger on it at first, but she eventually got really forceful about what was going to happen with my kids if we stayed there. She didn't like the idea of me homeschooling and she and her church elders were going to be educating them in the "proper" way or she threatened to call CPS on me and take away my children. Well, that set me off and we left with her chasing us down the street to another church charity house. There was another woman working at this one and she gave me a better vibe. She and I chased off the other woman together and she said she would vouch for me if that other woman called CPS because she could see that I only wanted the best for my children. She said that she had noticed people taking advantage of the emergency and trying to snag children away from their parents, but she didn't say WHY that was. She gave me a tour of her charity home and she seemed nice. The workers there seemed nice. No weird vibes. The people there seemed to genuinely want to help. They had a daycare and offered education but promised to involve me, which I appreciated.

I decided to stay there and let the workers there take my kids to their daycare play room and went with the woman who was running the place to help out. I told her that I didn't have a lot but I wanted to help them help others and offered my services as an artist/ programmer. She gave me some poster papers and said I could be in charge of making posters for them. She asked how I had planned to get back on my feet and I told her I managed to save a few things from the home I could sell and some of my art supplies. I emptied my bag out on the table and I had the pencils, paints, this Koala bear I've had since I was born, jewelry and gold coins. She got upset at me and shoved the coins and jewelry back in my bag and told me not to let anyone see it or I could get hurt or robbed or both.

The rest of the dream was me trying to find my way back to the house to salvage more things before it was completely destroyed or trying to find work.