Last night, I had a very strange dream. I've had plenty of strange dreams, but this was very stressful. It started with me realizing that the house was getting very warm inside. I checked the thermostat and found that the heat was up to about 90 degrees, but the heat wasn't in the "On" position! I looked at the thermostat and it had a big light that looked like a flame, which I knew meant that the furnace was on fire. In reality, our thermostat does not have a light like that!
I was going to head downstairs to check on the furnace, but thought it best that I get out of the house right away. After all, we have a gas furnace. I gathered up the dogs - Asher, Bailey, and Gracie - yes, Asher is alive and well in my dream. I put them all in my car and then drove off, trying to call 911 on my cell phone. Well, I could not get through. I kept getting local residents instead of the 911 call center. Why couldn't I get through?! I was in a panic.
I drove around town and stopped at our local bank - which wasn't actually our local bank but some other bank that was "our bank" in my dream. I went inside, with the dogs following along, and kept asking people to help me "My house is on fire and I need help!" I checked with a loan officer of some sort to see if he could help me and his response was "Sorry, I have my agents here and they're watching everything I do." "What in the name of Gavin DeGraw is he talking about?!" I wondered. Agents? What bank loan officer has agents? Does he mean movie agent? Literary agent? FBI agent?
I went to the next desk over and ask someone else if she could help me. She listened to me as I frantically told her that my house was on fire and I needed to reach the fire department. "Go to the police station and have them contact the fire station," she said. "Can I can try to call 911 from your desk phone? I can't get through with my cell phone - it keeps connecting me with regular people!" She said that she was sorry, but they weren't allowed to let customers use their bank phones for personal use!
Meanwhile, all three dogs are chilling out on the lobby sofas. And I'm hysterially trying to call 911....
The bank was getting ready to close and I'd been there 11 hours. I don't know why I'd stuck around that long, and I don't know of any bank that's open 11 hours, but this is a dream after all. So, I checked my phone and discovered the numbers I'd been calling all day long weren't 911 but other numbers such as 991, 919, 119, etc. I tried 911 again, properly dialing it this time, and was finally connected!
I told the 911 operator where I lived and that I thought my house was on fire. He paused a moment and then said, "Oh, yes...well...I'm sorry to say...actually, let me get my supervisor." Well, the 911 supervisor got on the line and informed me that my house had burned to the ground.
Then I woke up.
Does anyone have an interpretation of this dream? I think I'm angst-ridden over the country's current financial upheavals and I'm worried we're going to lose everything. What do you think?
And one more thing - I knew in my dream that Nicholas was safe at school and Donald was working...although after 11 hours, I'm not sure where they ended up.
I was going to head downstairs to check on the furnace, but thought it best that I get out of the house right away. After all, we have a gas furnace. I gathered up the dogs - Asher, Bailey, and Gracie - yes, Asher is alive and well in my dream. I put them all in my car and then drove off, trying to call 911 on my cell phone. Well, I could not get through. I kept getting local residents instead of the 911 call center. Why couldn't I get through?! I was in a panic.
I drove around town and stopped at our local bank - which wasn't actually our local bank but some other bank that was "our bank" in my dream. I went inside, with the dogs following along, and kept asking people to help me "My house is on fire and I need help!" I checked with a loan officer of some sort to see if he could help me and his response was "Sorry, I have my agents here and they're watching everything I do." "What in the name of Gavin DeGraw is he talking about?!" I wondered. Agents? What bank loan officer has agents? Does he mean movie agent? Literary agent? FBI agent?
I went to the next desk over and ask someone else if she could help me. She listened to me as I frantically told her that my house was on fire and I needed to reach the fire department. "Go to the police station and have them contact the fire station," she said. "Can I can try to call 911 from your desk phone? I can't get through with my cell phone - it keeps connecting me with regular people!" She said that she was sorry, but they weren't allowed to let customers use their bank phones for personal use!
Meanwhile, all three dogs are chilling out on the lobby sofas. And I'm hysterially trying to call 911....
The bank was getting ready to close and I'd been there 11 hours. I don't know why I'd stuck around that long, and I don't know of any bank that's open 11 hours, but this is a dream after all. So, I checked my phone and discovered the numbers I'd been calling all day long weren't 911 but other numbers such as 991, 919, 119, etc. I tried 911 again, properly dialing it this time, and was finally connected!
I told the 911 operator where I lived and that I thought my house was on fire. He paused a moment and then said, "Oh, yes...well...I'm sorry to say...actually, let me get my supervisor." Well, the 911 supervisor got on the line and informed me that my house had burned to the ground.
Then I woke up.
Does anyone have an interpretation of this dream? I think I'm angst-ridden over the country's current financial upheavals and I'm worried we're going to lose everything. What do you think?
And one more thing - I knew in my dream that Nicholas was safe at school and Donald was working...although after 11 hours, I'm not sure where they ended up.
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