Everything Under the Moon

Last week I had a dream in which I was searching for something when a man approached me. He was smiling and kindly told me that he thought it best to recast me. (?!?) He resembled a skinny, white haired, bearded version of James Earl Jones and spoke in that classic deep voice as well. He took me by the hand and, with his other hand, made a hand motion as to direct me to a tar pit. He walked with me to the tar pit and I looked down. The tar pit was loaded with infant's toys (ex: rattles). I was walking across the pit, looking down with feelings of being overwhelmed and confused. The toys looked like they were surfacing up, but appeared to be coming up clean. I was befuddled as to how the tar was coming off of them, as I thought I was going to have to pick them all out and clean them myself.

I read another resource telling me that tar pits are supposed to mean a treacherous enemy leading me to harm, but I felt no threat from this man and I trusted his good intentions. I was not in any danger of sinking into the pit. In fact, as I already stated, the toys appeared to be surfacing up as good as new.

I've had an issue that has weighed heavily on me for about six years and I had just finished a meditation on the subject bothering me. As I stated in other posts, I'm a new Enki fan and he is known by many accounts as a creative problem solver, "the crafty god" who is a sympathizer of mankind.

I woke up feeling comforted somehow, but I am not sure why.

This is the second time recently where I grappled with a dream for a long time before coming here to ask anything, only to find the answer to my own question not too long afterwards. I can understand why nobody knew what to say on my question. It was a bit complicated but I found my answer.