You know how sometimes a dream looks like it means absolutely nothing... yet it keeps yelling in your head and won't get quiet? Ugh... that is this one...

http://www.nationaldreamcenter.com/dream...nvest_what

If any of our talented interpreters would be so kind as to take a stab at it, I could maybe shake it off and fill my head with other things. LOL!!!

This was a strange, random dream of a sort I have "never" had before.

I'm riding around "town" in a car with my deceased father and an old boss I don't know if he is living or passed but while dreaming I recall thinking of him as passed. (That could be literal or just an icon of my own "dead and gone" past.)
We are driving slowly and there are a lot of people around on the streets. My father keeps leaning out the window and talking to people. He is desperately searching for someone who has knowledge of investing in stocks of some kind in Central and South America. He is particularly interested in certain stocks in Ecuador or Peru. He seems frantic to learn some kind of information, my own future financial security seems to be the concern. My old boss is trying to tell him that this is pointless, none of these people have any stock in these other countries, no one can help him find what he is looking for. I tell him I know a lady who lives part of the year on a coffee plantation her husband owns but she isn't involved in anything to do with business down there and I don't know her well enough to ask advice about stocks, companies or business. He waves a hand at me, brushing that off... "no no, that has nothing to do with all this". My boss is on the phone with someone, he thinks he has a lead. I just sit there feeling a bit frustrated because I don't understand it. We don't have a name of anyone or any place and I don't know what we are trying to find out or do. There is no money to invest so why would we want to know about any company. The whole thing is a mystery to my dream self and it makes me feel confused and anxious. I know something here is supposed to make me feel reassured but I can't figure it out, reassured about what and how will any of this benefit me in any way. I'm very confused and want to feel hopeful and happy but within the dream, I haven't figured out, happy about what?

While writing this out an image of a yellow umbrella popped in my head and stuck there. I don't have any idea about what that is about.

I dreamed I found out there was a small group of people who knew about a disaster that is going to happen in 2017 and they were preparing for it with underground bunkers. The disaster involved something from outer space such as a solar flare or impact by a comet.

As expected, when we bounce back from being under collective-level cardiac arrest, the results are always fantastic. We have 4 words just zooming right past our red alert level, The required support for these words is questionable, so I dampen my excitement and merely watch. Starting with group 1, the Mars jumping has me wondering if Andrew Bassiago (sp?) ….wondering if his story is going to make mainstream. I doubt it, but what Mars and Aspen have in common? Lots of mountains? And are these areas indeed “becoming awakened?”


Chocolate is again messing with us. It’s a nag that just won’t go away. If there’s a schizophrenic dream word, I would nominate this one.

Group 2 makes me think of considerable day residue from the Berlin wall anniversary that was pasted all over the news lately. Not surprised in group 3 that demons are interested in storms, and we have that incredible mini-mini ice age this weekend. It does imply in that same grouping that the demon storms will be over on Monday. We’ll see if that’s at all true.

Gloves is back again, and it’s chart shows that it is just now starting another ascent towards a double-top. We’ll have to wait to see what happens here.
Group 4 may or may not include the words above it (tech gloves), but when you combine shell and powered, I see two connotations. First, the gas company, Shell goes extreme, and second, shell is actually a metaphoric “shell games,” where we move certain power technologies to hide the really extreme ones that could save our planet from annihilation.

Overall, this run brings back a lot of texture to our dream work here, so the days going forward should be rather exciting.

   



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I was in my car. I had driven up in front of the daycare where, in the dream, I worked. I sat in my car a few minutes thinking. there was a huge house across the street. I thought "I wish that was for sale again". then I thought "no I couldn't ever afford it anyway". then I thought " no one in this town could afford to buy it. so they would probably sell it cheap". I looked around at the houses outside for a minute. it was the size of the entire city block. it hadn't been taken care of. there was no grass. there was only about 6 feet between the house and the sidewalk where grass could be planted, but there was only dirt and weeds. there were scraggly bushes around the house that hadn't been tended. the garage door was open. there were piles of trash in it. I saw a bike and piles of unused sheetrock piled on top of the bike. so, I quit daydreaming about the house and realize ive been sitting in my car 27 minutes and now im late for work. my coworkers car is now parallel parked in front of mine. I see my boss come out of our building. it looks like shes going to mail the bills and go to the bank. she sees m e in my car i think. but i get out of my car as she is walking around to her car, which i think is parallel parked behind mine. she didn't see me. i thought "whew she didn't see me". but i wasn't really trying to sneak. it just worked out that she didn't see me. so i went inside. there weren't any kids there. the place was like 1970's. cheap fiberboard paneling that has veneer to look like wood. really bad brown carpet. the main room when you walk into the building from the street was where the kids are supposed to play but its empty. the main entrance is a glass door on the back of this main room. theres a gravel driveway and small parking lot back there. that's where parents drive up to bring in their kids. pretty soon a man drives up with his daughter. shes 2 or 3 years old. shes never been here before. the man drove a 1970's looking brown car. he looked poor. his hair was scraggly like he had been burned. what little hair he had was longish and greying. he brought his daughter in and left. i had gone into the back room. when i came back out my coworker (faceless and genderless, but i think female) was there but there was no child. i said "wheres the kid?" she said "he dropped her off and left, but he came right back and got her. he said he drove around the block crying and came back for her". then the man drove up in the back again. i went in the other room again. i came back out and the coworker said the same thing again. no child here. i started to freak out. i said "something is not right about this. he left a bomb here or something." i could see the man was still getting in his car out the back door. i ran over in time to see him leaving. he put something down on the ground. i saw him through his car window and he had tear stains on his cheeks. i went back inside and he had left a huge grenade. the grenade was like the size of a small cantaloupe. and it had a strip of bright neon orange on it. i told my coworker "SEE! he was going to blow us up!" but the pin wasn't pulled. i told her we need to call the police. she asked "why? its not armed. we're gonna call 9-1-1 and say what? we have this big grenade here. you wanna come get it?" so i was like yeah you're right. then apparently my coworker and i got really tired because the next thing i remember we both suddenly woke up and looked at each other and looked like we had been sleeping for several hours. i looked at a small alarm clock. it was flashing 11:00. we laughed at ourselves with our bed-heads. my co-worker was now a man after the nap. someone was coming so we went to the sink to put water on our hair and smooth it down. we were playing around being silly about our crazy hair. i was confused about the time. 11:00 would mean we were only asleep a few minutes but you could tell we slept hours. we walked to the back room. the boss was back there putting stuff away. groceries. we started to help. i asked her "what time is it? did the power go out?" she said "yes. its 5:45." i knew we closed at 6:00. we had slept 6 hours. we started to clean up and the boss asked if we wanted a brownie she had made. we were like - sure! she broke us off a chunk of a thing that was like a large rectangular chocolate chip cookie, but we ate it and it was good. as we are putting stuff away, i go behind the big metal storage shelves and i saw a mom and her baby sitting there at the lunch table. she said "is it time to go now?" i said "no a few more minutes. do you want a piece of brownie?" she said "yes. could you put some ice cream in it for the baby?" i said sure. so i go to get a piece of brownie and i ask the boss if its ok to put ice cream on it. she said "NO!" i said "why?" she said "its not good for the baby. the generation died." i said "what?!?" she and my coworker were both like "yeah! you know?!? the rapper, Generation!!" i was like "what?!? when?!?" my boss said "yesterday." i thought to myself AND i saw it being written down on paper by no hand "Gener..." then my alarm went off

i have had a dream multiple times where people were amidst great destruction in tattered clothing with ash and dirt and they looked burned, scorched, and they had no hair. at the time i thought it was fire, a great fire. it didnt occur to me that it could have been radiation poisoning, but that fits. i remember the images of the sad people in their torn ashy clothes and their burned appearance even though the dream has slightly different imagery sometimes. theres always a burned ash covered man walking in the destruction.

I was in this weird place...the thought that came to mind was "the nether" (think video games kinda place). dark, bleak. the go\round was like cooled lava floes. and my vacuum was broken. my dad came and fixed it. the vacuum was on a small round rock like an altar. when it was fixed a storm was coming and dad had to leave, but the vacuum wasn't put back together, but he just left it like that. so I was trying to hurry and pick up all the little pieces and screws to put it back together before the storm got there. I thought "why are there so many pieces to put this vacuum back together? what kinda messed up vacuum is this? I mean MY vacuum only has 2 little screws to put it back together." but nevertheless I HAD to get all the little pieces picked up or the storm would blow them away and I could never put it back together then. so I don't get all the pieces picked up before the wind starts to blow and I was like "well great", heavy sarcasm. so I looked up facing into the storm at. the center of the storm was a being. like a witch. it was male but it had female characteristics. it wasn't flesh but it was tangible. its robes were bright pink rays of light that moved like the waves of aurora's in the sky. and its hair and its body were shadows that appeared to be waving like the wind was blowing it, like the light and shadow were making it look long and flowing.

the being started to attack me. it was like it was casting a spell at me. the spell seemed to take a long time to cast and I could see what it was doing, so while it was casting I said my God is greater I am not afraid. and I faced up to heaven with my eyes open and reaching my hands straight up and I called for Jesus to give me His strength. the beings spell was cast but it didn't hit me. the being became angrier and was making the cackling screechy noises. I felt it cursing at me.

it started to cast again, and again I reached up to heaven,"Jesus!" I said calmly with my eyes looking into the heavens. I could see the stars. it was strange to see the stars in a storm. the spell was cast. it sparkled and spattered like bright pink lightning bolts but they didn't hit me. the bolts spread out around me like I was under a shield. the being was angry and cursed and cackled and began to cast a third time.

I did the same thing as before. eyes open hands reaching so hard. I was stretching myself upwards toward heaven like I was trying to make myself tall enough to actually touch the sky. "Jesus!!" I called to Him. this time I saw a hole open in the black star-filled sky. the hole was like the stars in the place right above me began to spread outward from the center, like when you drop a pebble in the water. I heard Him start to speak something....the pink lightning flashed again....and I woke up.

in the dream I was awakened because I felt something in the house. I walked into the kitchen/living room. I walked to the back door to look out the glass and check the locks which are secure. I walk to the front door and look out into the dark front yard. Suddenly I feel someone behind me. I see a shadow of movement in the glass of the door. terror strikes me and im praying in my head asking "Lord what do I do?" I slowly turn and I see the intruder. hes wearing a hot pink hoodie, muted color by the dark, with the hood on. I cant see his face. he threw me over his shoulder. I woke up.

I'm standing at what I understand is my actual house, though I didn't actually see it. we, me and im not sure who else, are looking at the mountains in my back yard (which in reality is the mountain, mesa, that I can see from the front of my house), was a volcano that was about to erupt. I argued in the dream, "I do not have a volcano in my backyard" and the answer I received back was "your backyard IS a volcano". I live close to Yellowstone park. so the volcano is about tot erupt. immediately you can see lava boiling up in the vents and we are watching it. then suddenly theres a huge ROAR like somewhere a huge explosion had gone off, but you could tell by the sound that the explosion has actually happened a long way away. then we look back toward the volcano and one of the big fire planes that had been flying around the volcano fell out of the sky. we were horrified and gasping at this. we started to run to the plane to help but then another plane that had been taking off (the airport is on top of that mountain in reality) fell out of the sky right as it was lifting off, maybe 50 feet off the ground. then from the left, there were suddenly HUGE yellow tractors and trucks tumbling through the air, bouncing off the ground occasionally, coming right at us in a huge dust cloud. they had been tossed like toys in the explosion. then I was terrified and wanted to wake up, but instead of waking up there was like...you know when a tv channel goes off and there's static/snow...and in the middle of the tv screen was a stop watch flashing 00:00 in red. I woke up with a scripture verse in my head - Micah 6:8 seek justice love mercy...

I couldn't find him. I was getting worried. there was this hole. in the ground. at the ground surface it was just a hole. but once you went into it, it was like a basement. cement walls and stairs into the entryway and a door at the bottom of the stairs. somehow I knew he went there. I couldn't go in. I don't recall the thought of going in even crossing my mind, which is odd now that I think about it. because surely if I lost my son and thought he was somewhere I would go in. I yelled his name twice into the hole and he didn't answer. I went somewhere out of the place where the hole was, which was like a park. very lush green grass on the ground where I was laying to look into the hole. and there were maybe tennis courts nearby, chain link fencing. I went to this place and called the utilities company. not 911. I don't know why I didn't call 911. I don't know why I would call the utilities company instead of 911. but it seemed like it would be faster and that they would know about the hole I was talking about. I told them on the phone he went down this hole. I said I don't know the name of the park but its like "Thesda Park". the lady on the phone knew the hole I was talking about and said yes. I understand. I went back to the hole and the utilities men were already there. there were 7 of them all wearing long-sleeve light blue shirts and navy blue pants. they all looked the same and they were digging. I knew where he was but I didn't want to tell them. I knew because he had begged and begged to go. at first I said no, but then he just kept nagging "can I please go? its just one night." finally I had said ok fine. I had also known that the name of the park was Bethesda Park. I was afraid to tell the utilities company that I had let him go there.