Looking for a dream interpretation. Very extensive / graphic content.

Ok so.. there were a lot of different sections of it.. but this is the meat. I'm going to put in as much detail as I can remember since I have no idea what could be considered significant or not.

I got a new job and was starting my first day of work there. The job was literally cleaning up human feces. We would open up these sort of pipes, just let the shit spew everywhere and then clean it up with a little sweeper team. Some would sweep it closer together while others mopped it, whatever. The first place we were working was some sort of small, open warehouse, like.. a mini hangar. Somewhere you would expect to be doing some job like this. Next thing I know it's in some really, really fancy department store. Diamond show cases, all kinds of stuff.

We finish up our job there and the work day is done. Everyone's kinda having that man job, end of work day moment, patting each other's back, another day, another dollar, that sort of deal. (I'm not sure if this part is chronologically correct) My boss is out in the parking lot sitting on his motorcycle, a little rice burner, showing off this little seven shot 9mm pistol he has. The side of the handle had a hidden compartment in it with some sort of picture inside.. cannot remember what it was of, but it was only part of something. Like a zoomed in portion of a photograph.

Next thing I know I'm back in the mini hangar continuing to work. I'm assuming this is earning me some sort of extra pay I wanted or something to that degree, but I was working by myself. After opening one of these "Poo Pipes" a bunch of gold comes out behind all the shit. I mean, like, A LOT of fucking gold. Maybe over 100lbs worth. Giant blocks of the stuff.

I'm not sure how I got to where I was next, or where I was, but someone had me sat down in a chair. They wanted my gold. They said they deserved it. I think it was this 'boss' character but I cannot really remember. He had a huge kitchen sort of knife though and was repeatedly stabbing me in the leg. Very slowly, very precisely. It was very fucking scary how slowly he was doing it, not like a quit, normal stab. Some real psycho shit.He stabbed me exactly 7 times. I continue to refuse to tell him and whether by him letting me leave or me escaping..

I'm at home. I have a wife. She's beautiful. Long, dark brown hair. She's freaking out after hearing what I've told her had just happened. We remove my pants to inspect the wounds and are noticing that there is no blood. In fact, there weren't even stab wounds. Not on my leg. He had been stabbing my dick. He communicates with me somehow, from somewhere that he purposely missed everything in my penis that would have bleed, and that could have killed me. That he wanted me to live, but he had essentially made my dick worthless.

I know at this point that you're probably almost thinking this is some sort of long, drawn out fucking joke. Just hang in there. This is when shit gets real.

I get in my car, gold loaded in the trunk and take off. No idea where I'm going, and am very casual about it. Like I'm just heading somewhere and everything that had just happened had not. But this was not a completely separate dream. I was still in the same space.

A fairly nice white car pulls up beside me. The driver rolls his window down and its this fucking giant of a man. Probably 7ft tall, wearing a blue suit and sporting a shaved head. Very militaristic looking. I mean, the perfect portrait for it. He signals for me to roll my window down, and I do. Then the car pulls up slightly and the back window rolls down.. well guess who it fucking is.

Barack Obama.

He says to me not to worry, that Hashem will take their souls soon enough. Or will separate the souls, something like that. I roll my eyes knowingly and say that I can't wait in a lighthearted manner.
He agrees and then asks me to follow him to a coming off ramp so that we can speak. I Immediatly get a strong feeling that I had just fucked up. Like I let him know that I knew something I was not supposed to know.

We step out under and overpass and his bodyguard puts his gun to my head. Pretty sure it was the same 7 shooter that I saw earlier with my boss. Obama looks at me and says "You know.. Hashem isn't only the name for God.."
He then demands that I had my child over. It's a baby. Couldn't be older than a few months maybe. I do as he says. He lays my baby down on the ground and his bodyguard goes to the trunk and pulls out a giant red fire axe. I immediately look away. Obama gets my attention. He tells me that I have to watch. That he is going to sever my ties to God. I fervently refuse, I turn away immediately.

My mother is by my side. We're singing to drown out the sounds of my child being chopped apart no more than 10 feet away from us. The bodyguard stops. He refuses to wing while we are trying to drown out the sounds with song. Only during a few pauses does he take advantage and swing his axe. At one point I look at him while we're singing. He gives me this look while shaking his head... (he never speaks during the dream) as if to say, Stop. Fucking. Doing. That. Or you are going to regret it. He tells me with his eyes that I will listen or there's going to be consequences.

We sing even louder. He immediately comes over and pulls my mom away from my side.

Then my dogs wake me up.


For the record. I am not necessarily a Christian. I have never thought of Barack Obama as satan or anything of the like honestly. Fuck, I don't even THINK of Obama. I try quite hard to completely ignore Politiks.

Anyone care to help break this down for me? I've never had a fucking dream like this before in my life.