What is the best way to find out more about my vision of the room, and to find out what my dad has been trying to tell me via my dreams?

http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...ght=Vision

http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...hlight=Dad

I know, kind of two different topics, but somehow I don't think so.

And how do I vet the information that comes in? How will I know it to be true and not just my subconscious?

Thanks in advance!  

Mostly what I remember is yet again a traveling dream. Lots of people on the streets, in this case I was in a neighborhood more like a Chicago suburb, northern style houses. There were a lot of dogs on the streets, as if people had let them go rather than try and keep them. I was noticing a lot of pitbulls, and went to find my two golden retrievers, as they don't have a mean bone in their furry bodies, and would be defenseless if attacked.

I find my BF, and he has the dogs. But he keeps arguing with me about their safety, and insists he is going out on a walk with them. I have to resign myself to the fact that I have no control, and I stay behind.

July 4th from arch angel metatron. Been asking questions and this date came to me.

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Sailing doesn’t have enough support to warrant a full Red Alert. If the top part of the run is predicting something, I’m seeing some sort of boating catastrophe. The word “Futuristic” might be referring to some new technology. So, are we looking for a new type of boat that experiences catastrophe? The rest of the run does seem somewhat random to me until we get to the Biggest Losers, where flight training and death are prominent.


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I had a dream where two strong quakes in the mid 6 range and caused some limited damage to a section of la but most of the power of the quakes was thrust into a mountain range.

Tomorrow I am having a tooth pulled and bone graft done. The graft is done so I can possibly have an implant later. My question is, does anyone know if bone can carry spiritual residue from the person it was taken from? The bone they use is cadaver bone from an unknown person. I can't very well ask the dentist to sage the bone graft. Maybe I will just ask to pray over it?  

I googled and found nothing. The only part of this relativy simple procedure that is making me nervous is the bone grafting.  

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Waning: sun literally pair day bunch than cage fight technique drops church odyssey sweet indeed inner tried ice balance generic ear


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This morning I had a convoluted dream involving arranged marriage, a supposedly healthful Chinese soup, and military drafting. 

In the first part of the dream, I was walking around in a high-school setting when a billboard that was hung on a wall displayed my status as "married". I'm single, so I was puzzled. Then, somehow, it was revealed that I was arranged-married to a girl I have never seen before.

After that, I appeared in a restaurant setting that morphed into a large shower. In front of me was a hot pot of soup. It looked like chicken soup, but it was more golden and viscous. A TV-style advertisement interrupted my first person view. It told me that the soup was a healthful Chinese soup concoction involving herbs and ginseng. The view returned into first-person, and I drank the soup. It tasted like chicken soup, but sweeter.

Finally, near the end of the dream, people were being drafted for war. My view was replaced by a perspective-skewed view of a digital spreadsheet. I was supposed to sign up for conscription. I tried to write "conscientious objector", but my view was then replaced by a still image of war protesters. It was mainly red in tone. Then, I woke up.

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Waning: forgot truck series terrifying worth experience sound posting fiction bite detective shared glad strange review fri during poor nap cat

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This run is all about Inspiration, where the person is seeking answers from the inner spirit. Is this a news-related event, or something that just happens to us at a collective level? I don’t know, but the meme is clear, IMHO.


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20 June 2016
No intention set

Something has happened, I get a feeling something nuclear. People are on the move. I was with the spouse but somehow we got separated. There's no time to look for him. Have to keep moving to stay ahead of the coming radiation cloud(In the dream, it jumped to an aerial view to show a sparkling, glittering cloud slowly moving from west to east). Have to get to a secure location that has some protection. All I have is what I'm carrying on my back in my pack but I know it will be enough.

Then I'm with a group of people hunkering down in a building. Don't know how I got in with this bunch but here I am and it feels like this is where I'm supposed to be. The older people get the severity of the situation but the younger people are convinced this is temporary and soon everything will go back to normal. I listen to the discussion, not saying anything until a young couple with a baby insist they must bring along a crapload of stuff, like they're going on vacation, and they expect everyone else to carry all the crap while they deal with the baby. No, I tell them, I have my own supplies to carry. Bring only what you can fit into a shopping cart. They refuse and their buds stand with them. Fine, I say as I shoulder my pack, do what you want but you'll do it without me. Several other people join me. As we leave, one of the men mutters to me that the idiots are still checking their phones for texts and updates on their social media pages. He wonders what will happen when the phone batteries die and the idiots realize there are no more phones. I don't say anything.

We're in a large building, like some sort of city/county/federal building. We're spread out over several rooms. I would prefer everyone remain in the same room for safety reasons but the others wanted space. There's no electricity but the plumbing still works so we at least have the bathrooms. Other groups of people are also in the building. Each group has staked out their turf throughout the building. One group tried to claim the bathrooms and charge tribute for the use but that was dealt with quickly and violently. I keep mostly to myself but I did manage to get my group situated in a sub-basement. We're underground, surrounded by thick walls with a few windows high up above on the walls that several of us have sealed off with whatever we could find. It's stuffy but cooler than upstairs and at least we have more protection from the radiation and possible roving marauders than those upstairs. When I led the way to the sub-basement, there was some balking but the guy from before understood what I was doing and explained to the others. At least we had water and a toilet and we would hear anyone coming long before they found a way into the sub-basement. There are other groups present but still not many. The phones have died and the younger people are like zombies without their tech drugs. On the upside, they're not arguing with others all the time now.

There's a man, big like he's grossly obese but I know he's not fat, sporting a thick white beard. Somehow I know he's not human, that he's from the stars, and that he knows I know the truth of him, although neither of us speak of this. He just shows up one day and I know he's there to do something to up our chances of survival. I trust him implicitly and ask what he needs me to do. He has me gather my group, which I do, and he tells them he's here to help them make it through to another place where they'll be safe and not lacking. He has the big guy who shambles around looking innocuous but I know it's an act, he has that guy anchor the east position. The star being anchors the south. He selects two others to anchor west and north, finishing the medicine wheel. I move into the center of the wheel and sit down, saying I'll anchor the above and below because I know this will take a lot of energy and I'm the only one capable of holding that level of energy. The star being smiles at me and says, Of course, little shaman. Between the three of us-he nods at the east guy-we shall, as you say, get the job done. What about the others? I ask. They shall join you in the center, he says. Somehow I know it will be my responsibility to hold on to the group and to make sure they all make it without losing anyone. Man, I say, you sure have a lot of faith in me. No, he says, I have trust in you, more trust than you have in yourself.


Notes:

Even though I didn't know the big guy who anchored the east, I got a strong vibe it was Skeeter.

I didn't do a lot of talking in this dream. Mostly I watched and moved and people moved with me.

There was a vibe that I would be fine and anyone with me would be fine as well.

Having a star being involved didn't surprise me in the dream.