Dragon Bread

1. Dad Left Car

End of a dream.
Parked in a car, waiting, my dad is driving, me in the back, he left the car and goes back to somewhere, something needs to be done. I wait.
We are on a big city street, leading out of the city. Wide lanes. And we are parked on the side, near traffic lights, and I think we are parked not enough to the side, so cars might hit us. Somebody comes up to me, can't remember what happened.

2. Magical Bread of Water and Rain

Again, end of a dream.
I am in a hangar, strange to me, people are here who are from this place, I don't know them, I don't know this group. I just came in and try to find my way among them.
I'm working there, doing research. They make their own bread, as a matter of fact there is one person who does this, and he is in a separate room where I am not. I am in the main hall. There is the entrance hall, which is big enough, and then on the right the main hangar, lots of room. All of them are relaxed.
Towards the end of the dream I want a piece of bread or cake, but it is finished already. So the people who live here they refer me to that special person all the way in the back, different room. And I go to this person, and he sits on a dais, like a Buddha. And he has just baked something, and it has the shape of a swine. I take the whole thing back with me, grey bread, and puffy. I tear off a piece of me and while I go back I eat it, it is good. But I tore off too much, I should not have as much.
So when I am back in the main room, I decide to share the bread that I have. Someone stands there and I give him a piece, I tear off a piece for him. But he only wants a very small piece. I give him some because I owe him, possibly just by being here, being saved by him or because he helped me with the research, I can't remember. But because I still have a lot I share it with someone else as well.
After that I am trying to remember the name of the bread (can't read notes).
In the meanwhile I ate a piece, and I plan to return the rest of it, because I have a whole loaf with me.
I ask the people around in the house whether they know something about this bread, because I forgot what the baker said, he said something about it.
And a lady far away comes near and asks me whether there was a sigil on the bread. I look and I see the sigil, and in fact I had seen it and thought about it before.
Then she comes closer and she is the boss. The person in charge.
She points me a table on the right side of the room, near where I am and I assume I will find information there.
There is an inscription in Latin, in stone. I can't read it, only that this is dragon bread. And then she says it is made of the rain and the water, en now I can read it because it is in English. And I feel stupid, because all the info is on the board. The rain and water passage is one of the last rules of the text. Water refers to a source, sweet water.
And I realize that I am holding a very magical loaf of bread and that I ate of it quite without thinking, but that there is a lot of power in this bread, but at the same time it is limited, by nature, because you can't make this bread just like that, you need this type of rain and water, but I don't know what it refers to, only, I think, that it means that it could only have happened when I was around.