I AM - Light in Dreams

At first I thought these 2 dreams were separate, but, now Im not so sure.

I woke withe the clear voice-thought “I AM the one that observes and experiences in my I AM"

I had the dream in a very experiential way but it is unfortunately difficult to translate. For the most part I saw 3 scripts like language across one piece of paper. 3 lines, each in a row. They were descriptions or written manifestations of the Holy Trinity. I looked at and saw each one. I entered and looked out from each one at the other two. I looked at each alone and as a group together as three. And I heard the words.

My second dream was in a place that seemed old, worn out, decaying, and only just still held together. It seemed sort of like a house, but also it seemed like there was no roof. A dimming light illuminated the place. 

As the dream progressed and I was exploring the house with a few others, I realized distinctly that the light was fading. Not only that the light was fading, but that my companions or the people around, were aggressively and stubbornly in denial about this. Their attitude was incorrigible. -we don't need light. what light, anyway?- 

After an argument with one woman who showed this incorrigible attitude, I simply left the people and went to where I knew there to be an old sack of lightbulbs. I wanted to take as many as possible and place lamps scattered all over- i knew that once the light faded, it would be very dark. And there were monsters waiting in the dark. However, something cautioned me to take care. I took a few good bulbs to fill the lamps in this one room- it was bright and lit with my intent to carefully create a room full of illumination. Something again told me that there would be darkness- and it would be black and full of monsters- and much of everything would need to be reclaimed. That could only happen when I had a room full of bright light from which to spread. All of the light from my lamps was a warm golden color, while the light that faded from some unknown source above and to the east was very white.

I am reminded of descriptions from other beings who experience the light of human conscious attention as warm golden light.