Hello!
I believe this dream is connected to the one I had the other day. the one thing that kind of stood out was I felt a sense of urgency.
I was driving in the car - I don't know what the destination was supposed to be - but I was going to get more fuel for the car - we're down to 8kms of fuel left ( our car tells us these things) and I'm really quite snotty about it because hubby had been toting the older children here there and everywhere and hadn't put more fuel in the car. It's Easter time - and we need the fuel. I'm not sure if I was seing signs or listening to the radio - but I kept getting told to go here and pay X amount for fuel, or - go there and pay this much. I'm getting very annoyed with the whole thing and I say NO! I turn the car around and as I do so, I pass a lady ( whom I do not know very well at all) who goes to my church (I think she's pakistani) and who is actually getting baptised on Sunday (along with her husband - their daughter was baptised a short while ago) - Christmas Eve - how fabulous. I think I've maybe spoken to her twice! We stop and I wind down the window - She asks where I'm going and I tell her about the fuel problem. I then state quite clearly, "No-one is going to tell me how much to pay for fuel, so I'm going where I usually go.". She says that most of the fuel is gone now, so I may as well fill up anywhere I can. And I won't get it cheaper anywhere else. I said to her - that's because it's Easter time and holiday time and they always put the prices up at these times - I'm going to go and get my fuel from my regular place ( I get pernickety about swapping fuel stations - I had a blocked carburettor jet once on boxing day - I'd picked up dirty fuel from a station I'd never used before - so I don't like swapping and changing where I fill up the car).
I know as I'm driving I cross a bridge - I also have to do a U-turn - it's like I'm running out of time - I also get the impression of a swollen river.
It turns out I was driving to St Johns Hospital ( one of the private hospitals here)...to get a CT-scan. I enter an old building ( nothing like the hospital in reality), and find where I need to go....2nd floor. I head towards the bank of elevators and see anther woman from church ( she's on the leadership) holding her xrays - hading to the same place. There's also a 'worker pushing a trollye full of files and another dude. I''ve managed to pick up a supermarket trolley from somewhere filled with milk! The corridors are very modern and echoey and the floors polished - we've gone from old to new....or at least - the facade on the building was old but inside, it was new - I'm not sure. I'm runnning along with this trolley to get to the elevators and Jeanetta - the lady from church says something to the effect that she or we have to hurry because time's running out.....and something to do with the flooding's about to start. We get in the elevator go up to the 2nd floor - and the elevator opens onto a huge lobby - all very modern and governmental looking with brown polished granite pillars and grey shiney floors etc. I make my way to the area I need in the dream - Jeanetta goes to a different seciont. I'm also aware that it's important to get the CT scan done before the flood hits.
So endeth the dream.
I then sit up and write this down while bubby is drinking his bottle. I finsh, lay down and shut my eyes and got a sense of urgency and saw this woman with long blonde hair - big pretty toothy smile holding a long, shallow, rectangular box - OR it was the lid of a box - out of or into a trolley. She turned with the box in her arms - a slow graceful movement that was almost ritualistic. She wore a long red sweeping, flowing red gown. I also got the name DEAN THOMPSON - I"m not sure if the dude in the other dream whose name I thought was ALLAN THOMPSON - was really Dean - it was really really familiar and I wasn't totally sure if the guy in the other dream was Allan or not. The other thing was - I did NOT like this woman. She kind of reminded me of my hubby's ex - overtly ( I felt) sensual and her hair was more golden blonde than bleached. And she didn't seem to look facially like the ex. She was very aware and sure of what she was doing. As I'm typing this I keep thinking 'Babylon' - but I think that's coming from a 'vision/sermon' my hubby got on her and wrote down about 5 or 6 years ago.
So - although I can see some symbolism in the whole thing that doesn't need explanation ( the Gospel of St John, the flood of the holy spirit, I'm going to go and doo me symbol searching now to see what I come up with. I'd like to get peoples thoughts on the whole thing.