Dream: Are We Ready?

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Last night I dreamt that I was preparing food in a community kitchen with a group of 8 to 14 people. We were sitting around chatting as we waited for the last of the food to cook. We were almost finished all the preparations we knew to make. Bags were packed, food was ready, necessities and supplies were stored up.

Suddenly I saw a plume/pillar of dark black smoke - so dark it surprised me - rising from the middle of the city. It would rise up, and then disipate a little, then rise again, then disipate again, then rise again, stronger.

Then a 'portal' opened up in the sky above it. Here, I note that it was a fairly clear, blue sky; it was daylight, in warm weather (neither scortching nor cool). The portal was round and shimmering. The area around it was a shimmering as well, sometimes oval, sometimes heart shaped. Some other people in the city noticed, and like me, looked on in wonder and 'what the heck???'

Suddenly, either the world was drawn into it, and taken back in time to the point just as the planes slammed into the Trade Center buildings in 2001; OR, the planes themselves flew out and crashed. This image appeared in the dream like a flash, or a still photograph of the planes up close and headed downward. Then we were on our bikes, racing through the city. We were more prepared than most people, but still not enough.

Interpretation:

The smoke is from the sacrifices to other gods. GOD is getting angry, and we - as a city, nation, and world - are about to be tried and judged.

I recieved this in my reading today:

Riches do not profit in the day of wrath,
but righteousness delivers from death.
~~ Proverbs 11:4

Even us (either my personal group of people, or the wider Christian community, or both), who are aware, prepared, and waiting, will wish we had done more when we had had the time. We are not as ready as we think we are, and we will be caught off guard. It was implied that we had done the best we could according the the knowledge and understanding that we had. However, it was also clear that we ought to have known more, considering what resources were available to us. It wasn't held against us, but we also weren't excused. Things were not in place or missing because of our lack of understanding. This lack seemed to be with regard to an unpreparedness in action, rather than supplies; we didn't know what to do, where to go, or how to help to the extent that we ought to have, had we known more.

The final point is that war is coming. What kind of war, or by whom, I don't know; it may be spiritual, figurative, or literal. I would assume there would also be some amount of destruction; mild to severe, I don't know.
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Dreams: House Inspector; Waitressing.

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Last night I dreamt, first, that I was in my grandparents old place where I spent a lot of time growing up. I don't remember now who I was with, but we were preparing to recieve a house inspector. He was a wonderful person to deal with. He told me what was great, what needed slight adjustments, and what was going to have to be rebuilt. As he went along, I made the adjustments; sometimes I asked him to pause just a minute while I did so. Overall, the kitchen and living room were great - sparkling clean, well maintained, and well decorated. The 1st bedroom we came to, however, was a different story. I hadn't realized how bad it was, but the wallpaper was peeling, some walls were missing pieces of drywall, it smelled musty, and was in terrible disarray. Also, it was clear that there were cracks in the foundation. In some ways, it wasn't a surprise since the house was over 30 years old. The only message/feeling was 'wow, we have a lot of work to do, and it's going to take some time to do the renovations this place needs. We have a big job ahead of us.'

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The second dream was this: I was with quite a group of waiters and waitresses in a large banquet hall setting tables and placing flowers. There was a special event/dinner that evening, and we were all busy with our assigned tasks. Then it was time, and people started coming in. My first table was a group of 10-12 homeless/very low income people. I was sitting with them as they read the menu. They ordered things that they would normally eat rather than things that were on the menu, but it took almost an hour! I was trying to be patient and helpful, but I felt like I wasn't doing my job well. However, no one was critizing me or asking me what was taking so long. It didn't seem like I was expected anywhere else, so I just waited for them to decide. I wanted to ask the manager if they could order what they did. A senior staff member came by and helped me, and fine meals were brought for the guests who had ordered, but had asked for egg McMuffins and fried oatmeal porridge.

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I finished there, went out to gather up some dishes, and brought out some water and drinks. At one table, a lady asked for some kind of drink or dish that I wasn't familiar with. She repeated the name several times, and then said to forget it. I apologized, said this was my first night, and that I would find another server to help her. I went into the kitchen with an armful of dishes, and happened to bump into the head chef. He was an older man, very experienced, and very kind. Even though he was very busy he listened intently to my concerns. I asked him first about my large table, how dinner was almost over and one person still hadn't ordered/recieved their meal. I was afraid she would leave and speak badly about the evening. He said not to worry, he would whip up a chocolate frappicino with cream while she waited for her meal - people were always pleased and satisfied with those. While he was getting that together, I told him about the woman who I couldn't understand. I tried to pronounce what she said, and he said 'Oh yes' and got it ready for me to take to her.

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