My dream last night:

I was in the military. The particular division of service unclear. I was returning home on a train. Dressed in military gear. Helmet, combat boots, shorts and a T-shirt (huh?) and it was not camouflage. It was, of course, all black.

Nearing the station the train had a mild crash. We were all okay but a bit unsettled. The train station was in Burbank, CA and I lived in the house on Griffith Park Drive (where we lived from 1988-1994). We departed the train and boarded waiting buses to take us home.

Typically, in my dreams I am unable to use or work my phone (classic dream interpretation of being unable to communicate) but this time I had no problem and I called my Mother (who died in 2012). She said she would find out the next bus stop and pick me up.

I am on the bus, looking out the window and spot my Mom waving to me in her 1966 red Mustang (from many years ago, obviously). The car is loaded with cinder blocks, cement, pebbles and sand. I get off the bus and get in the car. She says all the supplies are for building a foundation and off we go.

Interpretation: My mother is my rock and my foundation who will always come to my rescue even though she has departed the earth to shine in the night sky.