Dream #1: Out of breath!

Dream: 1st scene: In reality, I am a general practitioner. I am in my medical office (which is not actually mine), with my wife and another person. I am very anxious because I have just spent a lot of time talking to this person and I feel guilty because there are many patients waiting in the waiting room. My wife tries to reassure me. 2nd scene: I have to go to my doctor's office, I am on foot (the town is nearby) and find myself on a street in poor condition which goes down very steeply, I am very careful while walking. Then part of the street is completely flooded under a bridge, it's difficult. I walk on the edge of a coping (stone or layer of stones which forms the edge of a well, a fountain, a pond) all the way and pass to the other side of the bridge. I'm glad I got there but I'm hurrying because I'm late. I carry clothes in my arms that I drop in my haste. Some very nice children are there and also wearing clothes, they want to pick them up thinking it's theirs, but I explain to them that they are mine. (The next day, my day was particularly trying.)

Dream #2: The twins

Dream: I gave birth to twin girls. I really like them. I place them on a blanket on the floor. I take the more awake of the two in my arms. I go outside to walk with her. I see on my left an old man with a very gray complexion (sick). He has a hairless scalp with an X marked on it, (it's like a mark for a surgical operation). I'm like, "He's going to be really ugly!" » and oops! I understand myself, I immediately rectify and apologize to his soul. I return to where the blanket and the binoculars were at the beginning of the dream. There, I realize that I had left my other baby alone on the well-wrapped blanket. I hasten to check if everything is OK. It's OK. At this moment, my sister is present. She kneels to look through a large tray of objects. I ask her to be careful so that objects don't fall on the little one. My sister represents a strong will, a rather down to earth person with a little emotional dependence

Dream #3: What’s wrong?

Share: It's not a dream that I would like to have analyzed, it's a real fact... Everything is concrete... As of March 8, I am 6 weeks pregnant, I found out about it two weeks ago, the day I started meditating with the Angel Mihael ! One evening I asked the Angel Mihael to show me which memories I needed to clean up in relation to the child... Concrete situation: I decide to call my family to tell them the good news. I call my aunt, I get the answering machine, I don't leave a message. I call a friend, I get the answering machine, I don't leave a message. Then I call my mother's husband (she died), he picks up and for an hour and a half he talks to me about himself, he always repeats the same thing to me, the same words. He explains to me that he had a romantic encounter but that this woman asked him to give her time, that it was happening too quickly... In short, he doesn't ask me how I'm doing, but I tell him the good news. He asks me how my husband is, I tell him that he is fine, that he is just going to spend three days in the hospital to have a kidney biopsy, because a month ago he felt a little unwell. My husband hears me talking about this... once the phone hangs up, I was in the kitchen, he comes up to me and says: “You don't have to tell everyone about my private life! I'm big enough to do it if I want to!.. » Phew… I took his reflection very badly, I got hit in the face, it was violent! I try to explain to him that when you love someone you talk about them to your loved ones... quite naturally... that already he doesn't want to be wished on his birthday, etc... In short, I get angry because I tell him that it's over, I will never talk about him again, but we no longer have any future together... we don't understand each other, I don't talk to him about the weekend anymore! On Sunday morning, when he woke up, he told me that he had thought about it and that I was right... Oh dear! I'm wary because it's not at all like him to tell others that they are right! So I remain closed to his speech. On the other hand, I only have one idea in mind, and that is to end my life! On Sunday afternoon he tries to talk to me again... I don't want to hear anything! I take my car and go to the edge of a small canal, I'm completely lost, I don't know what to think, what to do...