The House of Endless Money

Dream recorded 2/17/2024

I was at a home I was familiar with. There was a family there, but I had never seen the dad. There was a mom who was gorgeous. I always admired her blouses. She had two kids. They were all white and lived in a big one-level home.

I came over with my child, who was a little girl, or maybe it was adult me with a toddler version of myself.

I complimented her outfit this time and asked where I could buy it. She was always dancing and shaking or vibrating unnaturally.

The kids were playing a game when someone came into the house and said these were his friends from school and asked how I knew them.

Something happened, an argument about owing my parents money for the house and asking if I could get 100 million.

Several people were outside and someone yelled that we needed to go. I said wait and went into the garage. They followed me and we found many blue duffel bags filled with money and rolled-up bundles of bills.

I knew the money was mine. I said I had asked for 100 million and that my parents were owed money for the house.

While we were grabbing the duffel bags I told them to wait, but I knew there was more than enough money, so I let them claim what they wanted. I could hear people saying they would take a certain bag.

Then my daughter ran back into the house and I followed her, but the home was now gutted. The door to the woman’s room was gone. There was nothing there.

In the living room there were many African figurines that I had not seen before.

I went back into the garage with my daughter, or the younger version of me, and saw everyone flipped upside down and frozen.

I got scared and said, “Forget this.”

Then we were suddenly out of the house. The same people said let’s go. It was daytime now, and my child and I left with everyone else in the car.