What are Guatemala dreams about?

I was an old Japanese man drafted into a territory war in Guatemala. My son was also drafted. We were sent to win back a ski resort town. At night we settled in the lodge and some women came. We were instructed by our superiors to kill them. I hesitated by my son killed them immediately. I was seen as a coward and was horrified by my son.

Notes: I am not Japanese, nor do I have a son. Also the fiction of the world was that Japan was trying to gain territory in central america to have a foothold to wage war with the US. I also have no idea if there are any ski resorts in Guatemala.

I dreamt I was still a little girl living with my ratchet parents. They were amping up the abuse and I found some way to shift into a different body. I became a little girl from Guatemala. I was now a foster child living with a family and going to my school. I had to pretend I didn't speak much English because my voice was the same even though I had a different body. A girl I used to protect from bullying was angry that I was gone. I tried to come to her in my new body but she yelled at me and rejected me, and said I had hurt her. There was talk in school about how I had "disappeared."

I was chosen to lead the line at the end of the day. I hung out after school to be near the boy I liked. But not being able to speak was frustrating. Another boy had stolen a key to the office and went in and stole a stuffed animal. I did too and stole a black bear. I spent a lot of time hugging this bear and it was really comforting.
I went with the boy I liked and another boy into an abandoned house and up in the attic we found amazing things. Costumes, jewelry, posters, and an old senile lady who knew me and could see through my "disguise." I dropped the act, and then the accent and began to speak normally. This made me feel free enough to tell the boys from my class who I really was.

I was rummaging through a closet when the boys discovered a secret elevator and rode it down. When it came back up they were gone and there were no buttons anymore. Me and the old lady heard them stomping from somewhere else in the house. We stomped back to let them know we heard them. They didn't respond.

We got flashlights and I got a candle that wouldn't light. I saw an old Intellivision and some games in the bottom of the closet, something about a dragon. We knew where we were going to start looking for them. We went into the kitchen and saw my mom walking around. I realized she is a real estate agent so she was probably checking the house out. I hid under a table and the old lady did so too but very badly, she was sticking out. My mom saw her and began to leave while also saying something like, "This house is not supposed to be occupied. " I looked at the old lady who suddenly looked like my mother when she was very young. She was replying in a feeble voice something like, "Well I really didn't know."

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Weird how much of a coincidence this is. IT was the night the volcanic eruption happened in Guatemala.

In my dream. I was out with a friend she needed me to go to this hospital so I can watch some kids just for an hour. Was waiting near a window with these kids just chatting and enjoying the view.(building mostly made of wood and tall) Then I say to this one kid who was staring out the window with me how we are so lucky to live next this volcano. We could see the red heat above us and I thought that was beautiful.
Then all I see is bam a big blast lava spewing out. Heading right towards us at a lightning speed. All I thought to myself was I'll never see my husband again or my family. Call my husband as quick as I can tell him I love him and that I'm about to die. I hang up. Then say to the kids may our deaths be quick.
It wasn't I felt myself being burnt alive slowly and painfully.
I woke up drenched in sweat and fear.

This happened yesterday. I decided to sleep in, as I have sleep problems and work was hectic. It was a day off as well, just like today.

The dream was incredibly vivid. I was in Guatemala (I currently live in Costa Rica) in some town which was a centre of very high volcanic activity. Tourists went there just for the "adventure tourism", and the town even had its own "adventure police" (and yes, that's how they were named).

I'm walking on a pathway surrounded by high rocky hills and start touching the stones on the hills. They start glowing red. I then see a local who tells me that there could be a massive lava flow heading to town, and to get to safety immediately, as glow from the stones signals danger. I followed his instructions.

Turns out that the the town also doubled as a massive resort full of huge swimming pools, and was next to or in the middle of a huge volcanic lake with a volcano smack in the middle. My deceased mother (RIP) was there as well drinking Johnny Walker, and I ended up in a pub full of British people who told me a bunch of town legends, and one of them gave me some money for some reason, and I cannot remember why. A YouTube video was then made about the people in the bar - one was doing push-ups while another lifting weights and a couple of girls were saying unintelligible things to the camera.

Outside the lava was flowing, and tourists were walking in line to watch it flow right next to it, following it as it advanced. The hotel (or whatever it was) had these small pathways and drains were the lava flowed.

The children were the heroes of the town. Their whistling saved many lives, and they were held in high regard by the local townsfolk.

The place had quite an international scene as well, as mostly North Americans and Europeans visited.

There was a constant feeling of impending doom and adventure at the same time, and the dream actually felt like beingng in a parallel world. I woke up with a dream "hangover", and it's still with me.

Any ideas on what this could all mean would be greatly appreciated.

I dreamt that myself, my wife and our three kids went to Indonesia. While in Indonesia the youngest one fell into a hole. I went to get them and fell also. The hole (not a wormhole but an actual hole) went through the earth and we popped up in Guatemala. My wife and the other two kids followed and arrived just after us. We tried to figure out how to get back. We met some locals and they explained there cultural beliefs about the hole. As we were preparing to go back into the hole the youngest ran off. We searched all day for them. We ended finding them late in the night and had to sleep in the forest on the ground. I remember waking in the middle of the night and looking at how beautiful the starry night sky was. We got up in the morning and went back into the bole and came back out in Indonesia.