If any of the family have more understanding concerning the dream, or interpretation please share. I vaguely remember being in a house where there is a pan with boiling oil. I am supposed to be cooking chicken, but I throw a huge chicken wing in the pan without breading it. My spirit seems to be thrown closer to the pan and the pan grows, and the chicken turns into soft bread dough. Strangely, Martain Laurence and Will Smith are thrown onto this manna. The manna is plump, like a dumpling. The house around me dissolves and the pan disappears, and suddenly the manna is in the shallow waters of a beach. Surrounding the manna is very hot oil, boiling water. Martin Laurence and Will Smith stretch around to wake up and begin to freak out when the hot oil touches their hands. They hop off of the manna and into the ocean, then freak out at the contrast to the cold water. They flee to the beach and try to get a better look at their surroundings. The beach is like a ramp that descends to the right along a cliff. After the two men have some level of a comical back in forth, Will Smith decides that he's had enough. He goes up the ramp and there is this door and a wall along the top of the cliff. Martin says don't do it, but Will opens the door. My spirit seems to go back into my body and I walk into some Mexican restaurant. The whole vibe is there like when I would go to one with my grandapa. You have some of the stereotypical music playing, but there is also an older woman serving a young couple at a table straight across from the doorway. They seem to be among the only people there, so I walk to a seperate table and sit down. I'm trying to figure out where in the world I am. My mental state at the time had me realize that I was the one who woke up on the beach while someone was trying to kill me. I order some food, and while the food comes the restaurant changes into a home. It's a semi-large home, but I swear that I've never been there before. There is a coffee table in front of me it wasn't really all that messy, and there was a picture of a guy on it. The place where I sat down in the restuarant became a couch. I had no idea how to take these thing in, so I did my best to roll with it. This couch sat in front of a window as well. The older woman handed me my food in a to go bag, and when I grabbed it the house shifted again. I was back in Colorado at my mom's mom's house. I was now freaking out, because of everything that had transpired. I tried to explain that I woke up on a beach, and that someone tried to kill me and dump my body off somewhere. She laughed with my aunt who somehow was also in the room. I see that door is still there, the door back to the beach. I assume that it will take me back to the beach, so I can prove my point, but I open the door and it leads to my grandma's patio. I continue to be concerned and open my banking app in my phone. Some spam company claiming to be geico somehow charged my credit card, but I knew that it was Mahan trying to kill me and then use my identity as some alias for their secret intentions. I then tell my dad about these thing, I cannot tell whether I called him or if he was there in person. He tells me, "It is not a coincidence that they laugh at you. They cannot comprehend that your life is in danger because of the depth of knowledge that you hold. They will mock you because they don't understand." I apologize if this dream sounds strange at all, but it really bugged my spirit. Usually when I sleep, I tend to stay still. A few years ago, I had a dream about the destruction of the world, but I still managed to not change sleeping positions. Tonight, I woke up with my head getting ready to hang over the bed(sideways, to the bed's left) and my entire body flat as if I fell off of a high place. A few days ago my heater broke so it doesn't work automatically, and it would make sense that my body would try to cool off. The only thing is that this seemed to only happen tonight, and not any other night. Usually my dad turns the heater off before he goes into work, but for some reason the spirits influence him not to. The Mexican food part of the dream had me look into the Florentine Codex books, but book 12 stuck out like a sore thumb (it sat elevated above the rest of the books. I began to read chapter 1 and on page two it seemed to parallel with the part of my dream with the boiling water around the "island" manna: A fifth evil omen: the [lake] water foamed up. The wind did not make it foam up. It was as if the water boiled up, as if it boiled up with a cracking sound. Very far did it go as it rose upward. And it reached the bases of houses, and it flooded, it crumbled the houses. This is the great lake which stretches about us here in Mexico. If any have the gift of interpretation of dreams, please, if HaWaH moves you, explain what it means. I know that a great destruction is going to happen for the sake of my people; nonetheless, the way that things played out was so strange. I know dreams have a way of not making sense, but this one woke me up at 6 this morning.