Dream #1: Change of direction

Share: I'm on the road with a friend, Laurent, to go see the musical HAIR. Created in October 1967, it is the product of the hippie counterculture and the sexual revolution of the 1960s. Some of these songs, inspired by New Age theory, became anthems of the peace movements against the Vietnam War. Laurent is 24 years old (I am 42), we sing in the same choir. He is currently living with his parents and looking for new accommodation. I ask him where he is in his research. He tells me that he would like to buy a larger house than initially planned, since he plans to live with a friend. He ends up telling me that it's HIS boyfriend with whom he wants to live together. I'm upset, I didn't expect Laurent to love a man. I am internally upset, sad and rekindled in my own homosexual tendencies. Why couldn't I just experience it like him? Laurent is indeed a simple and stable boy in my eyes. On the contrary, I had one-night stands for years like a drug addict, relationships without heart or commitment, destroying me in the process. My only real attempt at life as a couple lasted 5 months and was a failure. For a year, I stopped all sexual practices to rebuild myself. I have been much better since then, I have regained my vital force, my ability to center myself, to concentrate and above all, my connection with Heaven. My plan is to have a relationship with a woman, and who knows, have one or two children? For a year, I have tamed my anxieties, my fear of others. It is important to know that Laurent attracts me physically, alongside a more "romantic" attraction towards someone who I feel will not meet my expectations in terms of deep affinities. Also, I told myself some time ago that I needed to change my expectations of him to feel free and autonomous in this friendly relationship. I didn't sleep much the next night. In addition, I have lived for years in an apartment in an old house with very poor acoustic insulation. But here it is, Laurent's story which brings me face to face with myself, my destiny, my choice. I think that Heaven is testing me once again to allow me to strengthen my own choice, my new life project. My upstairs neighbor is indeed very noisy, staying up late making noise and coming home late at night (slams doors, doesn't lower her voice, etc.). I've been wearing earplugs every night for years. That night, I didn't want to wear it, taking the risk that it would wake me up. And there you have it: she actually came home around 5 a.m. with a friend. After a while I heard their voices speaking louder, they had an explanation (not a real argument I think). I hesitated to put in my earplugs, then I told myself that I didn't have to. During their conversation, I found that the man had a reasonable tone in his voice and defended himself honestly. I suspect my neighbor of often being in bad faith and manipulating without her being aware of it. She reminds me of one of my sisters who often manipulated me and lacked respect, imagining she could do with everyone as she pleased. I wonder if I should continue to put the balls in them to guarantee me continuous sleep every night or, if not, if I should not move.

Dream #2: Inheritance

Dream: I invoke the Angels Yerathel and Mitzrael and this dream shook me a lot. I am with my partner and the children in a garden center, I want to buy some potting soil packaged in a beautiful green plastic to plant in the garden because it is spring. My partner doesn't listen to me and that makes me angry. Other scene, I am at my parents' house in my childhood apartment. There are 2 display cases, one with watches and one with gold jewelry. These display cases were given to me by my parents as an inheritance during their lifetime. There is my partner and my 2 children with me. I talk to my partner that I would like to sell all these watches and jewelry because I will never wear them, "I might as well sell them than leave them there, at the risk of having them stolen." I hear that one of the watches the collection has a lot of value if it dates from the 60s, because the mechanism is rare, to check My partner doesn't listen to me So I want to talk to my mom about it but he doesn't. my brother (in the (+) he wants to help, is altruistic, takes the responsibilities of head of the family, in the (-) need for recognition, a lot of social. During my childhood my brother was my model, I admired him and always wanted to please him but he didn't like that I always wanted to be with him) and he doesn't listen to me So I want to make an appointment with my brother to talk about it. He's at my uncle's house (very emissive energy. very controlling, his job = training horses, I was afraid of it when I was a child, we lived in the same house). I see myself arriving in front of my childhood home which was a farm with horses, the apartment. where we lived was on the 3rd floor. I see my cousin, my uncle's son, (he also works with horses) doing school homework with his daughters in the barn part of the farm. I walk towards the front door I see pink baby clothes, placed on a table in front of the door, I tell myself that these clothes must belong to my cousin, my uncle's daughter, (also in horse riding) I hope they didn't take them out for me and my future child. My cousin is coming, I'm embarrassed I don't want to see my uncle's family, I just want to go to my childhood apartment. I go back and go up to the apartment with her. There the decor is different, a large room and a sort of gallery upstairs which opens onto bedroom doors, the walls are olive-khaki with dark wood, a bit of a British atmosphere. They are preparing a reception as they often do and which I never attend. My brother is invited and I want to talk to him. I see an old dark painting with a fallen boat, it was on a stand and the two white porcelain legs that supported it broke, I try to put the legs back but they won't hold. I'm embarrassed. Next door, there is an open kitchen and the cook is preparing a large salmon for the reception. I see myself with a white dish in my hands on which is placed a salmon with sliced ​​carrots. Suddenly there is a fire in the dish, so I approach the kitchen to put it out with water, the cook watches to make sure I don't put water in his large dish. I see my brother's bedroom door on the gallery. I see a cousin, a sports journalist by trade in a dark suit, British style, then other men in the family and my grandfather. So I'm passing by, I don't want to say hello to my grandfather, but I have to. My brother arrives, comes down the stairs with a haughty air, he wonders what I'm doing here. I want to ask him for advice on selling the items in the display cases that I inherited from my parents. I want to go to the bedroom so we can be quiet, but he doesn't want to. So I don't dare talk to him and don't know what to say anymore. I find myself at the top of the stairs on the gallery with my journalist cousin and I try to talk to him but every subject seems out of place. I don't know what I'm doing here and I feel stupid.

Dream #3: The medallion

Dream: We are in the late 17th century. I see a group of men in an underground cavern. They are lit by candlelight or with torches. One of them is supposedly an ancestor of mine. Several galvanized boilers (they look like those used today to collect maple sap) are found filled with silver-colored medallions, 2 to 3 centimeters in diameter. They have small points all around. I know that a drawing is engraved but I do not see it One of the men (my ancestor in the dream) takes a medallion and hides it in his eyelash, that is to say under the skin at the bottom of his left eyelash. The years pass. By chance, this medallion is found: it is worth $300,000.00. We always try to hide it (they are my brothers and my sisters, but not those of this life). camouflaged under a staircase, or even on one of the members of the family, my sister dressed all in white, hat and suit included, hides it under a floor that our father is building. A boiler in which there is. a plastic bag filled with medallions would have been collected by a group. Even though we are in the 17th century, this plastic bag resembles those used today. One of these people is caught by time police officers. Several plastic bags containing medallions are located under the boiler. He gets arrested...