Dream About Yellow Goo And Inner Child

I had two dreams with the linking theme of the colour yellow, one after the other. In the first dream, one of my daughters was a cherubic toddler again. She was in the garden with me, playing, when all of a sudden I saw her stop in a yellowish, frothy patch in the lawn, and very quickly sank down, her little body rotating like a screw going in and down, until only her eyes and her hair were above the ground. I was terrified and leaped to her to pull her out, and she was unharmed and not even scared yet, but was covered in the yellow goo. Horrifed, I held her close and looked around and saw these yellow patches all over the lawn and knew they were sinkholes. I rushed inside with her in my arms to wash the yellow goo off her, only to see that it was in the laundry sink too. It was in and all over the washing machine beside me, and then I rushed through the house and saw it was in all the plumbing - bathroom, toilets, kitchen etc. Sinks and basins splattered with the stuff, and it was spreading. I instantly knew it had something to do with a big construction site nearby, something within the earth had been disturbed and was unleashed, coming up. I had to get over there to warn them to stop. I jumped on a bus without paying, to get to the building site, and then jumping off the bus when the female driver realised I hadn't paid and began shouting at me. I was still too far from the building site so I still had to run, with the bus driver chasing me, as I tried to explain. Once again I couldn't run on two legs, but had to use my hands and arms to help pull me along, so running on all fours. But, for the first time, I wasn't frantic and grasping at the earth, I understood that loping along in a steady rhythm would work to get me there the fastest. Then the dream stopped and the second one began. In the second dream I was with my adult daughter as we both are now, and I had a really top-quality, expensive yellow road bike, the same yellow as the earth-goo. It was a famous brand, like the V8 Supercar of bikes. We were out by a road with large crowds, and a car gang drove past, in their own top-quality, souped-up street cars. The cars were all beautiful, and the leader's car was the same yellow as my bike. She wanted to steal it and she and her mostly-female gang got out of their cars and closed in on me and my daughter. The large crowd gathered behind her to watch, probably 200 people. Before she could do anything, I threw the leader of the gang to the ground and stomped viciously on her neck, establishing my dominance, and maybe killing her, and the crowd roared and all her gang paid respect, and I won not only my bike but hierarchy with everyone present. But under my boot was the soft neck of this young woman, just a girl like all my girls, with their tender hearts... and I felt sick with grief. Then suddenly I flashed back to being in front of the gang, only just closing in on me, and I realised I had just been given a vision of how to win and get dominance before the massive crowd. But then I looked at the leader and saw the wounded inner child, and wanted only to hold her close to me and give her the biggest hug, my eyes full of tears for the precious baby girl inside. Not only would I lose my bike, but would probably be beaten up too. I woke up right then with a clear message of "this is your gift to humanity. You see the inner child. You expand in love to see them all as your children. Your love and your seeing is the gift."