Dream #1: Murder in the office

Dream: I'm in a kind of corporate office. A man is beating another man to death, but I can't really see them, as strangely they are in some sort of holey bag hanging on the wall and I remember 4 sticks of butter with them.

On the other side of the desk, a train platform where I see a woman being violently hit by a man. He throws her to the ground, crushing her with all his weight. I hear the woman's leg break.

I go back in front of this holey bag suspension and as if to save that poor guy, I say to the "mustached man": "Come quickly, a woman is being beaten on the other side." I only see the bulging eyes of the half-dead man through the holes. So he goes.

A mustachioed man is holding a fairground stall styled like a little train. I can sense he is annoyed. The assaulted woman arrives. She has a swollen left leg and is dressed all in black. I think to myself, "she's walking again, it's incredible." Apparently, she is the mustachioed man's sister. He tells me, "you'll need to raise the fees at the entrance."

I am in a large empty warehouse with Claude and another man (don't know him). Claude is flirting with me (seducing me). We are leaving.

He says to me, "Are you coming with me or with the other man?" I have a choice.

I tell myself that it’s not wise, but I say "yes".

Marc (stubborn) and I are sitting on a couch. There are 3 puppies around us: a black French bulldog style one cuddling with someone sitting on the ground, a white one busy with another person, and a brown poodle style one.

I get down on the ground to pet him. I find him too cute. He snuggles up to me and comes to sit between the two of us.

Suddenly, it became a baby. A girl in a pink dress, so smiling. She comes towards me, I direct her towards Marc to make him understand that he is her father and that she should go to him. Marc looks at me as if to say: just let her come to you if she wants to. She seems very happy between the two of us.

Dream #2: The sandstorm

Dream : We are 4 people in a kitchen with a large closed white window.

Through this window, we see a huge sandstorm approaching, a very orange background. We prepare to die suffocated. We are convinced of it. We remain calm.

I learn of the death of the brown poodle from the dream of the pink baby.

I am sad.

I am in the car a few meters from Mrs. B.'s house. (mother of my childhood friend, in a negative sense represents total submission to her husband, in both good and bad, very pious).

I look at the time: it is 12:33, I tell myself "I don't have time to stop by her."

I decide not to go there.