Dream #1: Dreams that come true

The Dream: I had a nightmare about a specific subject that is close to my heart... Overall, I dreamed that the toolbox of the garden I take care of had been broken. And this happened on Monday at 2:10 p.m.

Sharing from the dreamer: I had this dream during the night from Sunday to Monday and the next day, at the same time it happened in my nightmare, that is to say on Monday at 2:10 p.m., upon arriving at this garden, I see that the famous chest had been broken... This is the 2nd time in my life that I have had a dream come true. The first was 25 years ago.

This other dream: I had a nightmare in which my son was drowning in a jar and I could do nothing to save him and the next day he fell out of the window...Since , he is handicapped.

Share from the dreamer: How to explain this and how not to “freak out” when you realize that a dream can come true?

Dream #2: Mechanical problems

The situation: I was with my grandchildren, Élodie and Mathis. Firstly, on the motorway passing over the viaduct, just before the Uzerche exit in central France. In a curve going to the right, a car was overtaking me, its front was level with my backrest. I realize that a huge round iron sign is right in the middle of the two lanes. I slow down, the other car too, then I evaluate the distances between the sign and the guardrail, I think I can pass to the right, it was right, but it passed and the other car also passed from exactly to the left of the panel. I immediately called the police to report it, that's when my grandchildren and my mother woke up. Then I had to fill up with gas oil (diesel) and from then on my car moved at times in fits and starts. All along the journey, I was thinking: “What was my attitude in my progress towards the social which happens in fits and starts?”

Sharing from the dreamer: I also have to tell you that I was wondering, because I had reconnected with my friend with whom I had separated for 9 months, he told me that he had understood, that he no longer drank, but in reality, I had noticed before leaving for the Course that he was hiding the beer bottles and drinking in secret, I said nothing, but it upset me. Then I did my recitation practice with JABAMIAH, asking him to allow me to come back home to go to my mechanic (I thought my tank must be producing condensation).

In August, my mechanic was on vacation, so I waited until the end of August. In the meantime, I did 1500 km (most of it with my children), then when I got to the service of my car, I thanked Jabamiah very much for allowing me to take care of my little ones without any problems, my mechanic took my car to put it on the bridge for the oil change, and told me: "I don't think it's water in the tank, or dirt in the diesel filter." He took his electronic device to check, which announced: "Defective electrical cable." He showed me the bundle of electrical cables to check and didn't know where to start! He asked me if I had time, because it could take a long time. In my head, I was doing my recitative practice asking that the search be quick, because I was afraid of the bill. He decided to start with the oil change. After having put the car on the bridge, he went underneath with his portable lamp and told me, very happy: "I found the fault without even looking for it!" (the light of the portable lamp made the cut wire shine; which caught his attention). He showed me the cut wire, and quite frankly, he wondered how I had managed to get to his garage. Without this wire connected, I could not move forward, and yet I did 1500 km with jerks, but I did them well and truly, that is why I say there is only one thing that could have happened; my beautiful Angel made me hold the wires as best he could throughout my recitative practices (was my Angel holding the wire in my engine?) Three years before, I had a mechanical problem, a complete breakdown which cost me dearly (changed catalytic converter twice in the end, it was only a hose that was leaking). This is another story that I understood and worked on myself about the breach of trust, in relation to the commercial scams that I had to do in my other lives, because in this one, I always managed to be as honest as possible, since my youngest age. I also understood why I was proud of it... unconsciously, I had to know that I had not always been? And there, my mechanic did not even count the welding of the wire.

Share of the dreamer: The catalytic converter or catalyst is an element of the entire exhaust pipe of internal combustion engines which aims to reduce the harmfulness of exhaust gases. Hose : Specially treated rubber pipe, used to connect pipes in an internal combustion engine. It's really fabulous to realize all this!! How GOOD!! Maybe it's to show me that this part is cleaned? (I think so) However Kaya ! If you see points, details that could enrich me spiritually, thank you for sharing them with me, like the sign in the middle of the highway? What does that mean? Because 1 year ago, almost the same thing happened to me, on the highway to go to my daughter's, on a day of pouring rain, I couldn't see 15 m, in the middle of the 2 lanes. Same, a double ladder had fallen from a truck in front of me, there was a lot of traffic, I avoided it on the right too, and I also called the police to report it. I know and think that I have something to understand, did I understand without realizing it..?

Dream #3: Construction and tiles

A dream: I am on a construction site with my husband and we are rebuilding stone walls. There are recently redone tiled roofs and low walls with pink tiles. Below, there are two men who also work in their house, I climb on a low wall and there, the tiles start to come loose, I am at a height and I try to hold on, but I feel that everything is going to collapse , I call my husband for help, I shout: “Come quickly, I’m going to fall!”. He said to me: “Yes, I’m coming”. But the time seems long to me. I call him again: “Quickly! Quickly! I can't hold on anymore, I'm slipping... » He finally arrives to help me and I go down to take a bath. Before that, the men who work lower down pass between us and the second one asks me if I could give him a wheelbarrow of stones, I tell him without hesitation that yes, I think we have so many, that I can give him some as a gift , I will explain it to my husband, because I know he cares about these stones. Then I'm in my bath, the workers walk past my open window and I see them pass by. They look in my direction, but cannot see me. I can observe them behind the open doors, they are looking at me, I think. I don't move, I'm comfortable in my bath. Then I see a bird landing, it approaches me as if to ask for help. He's white-beige, he's a canary, he has something in his throat, it seems like he wants to talk to me, but can't. He gets agitated and I tell my husband to come and help me, because there is a problem with the bird. I try to help him, but it's not a thorn as I thought, I think it's another black bird that got into his beak and he's going to die... My husband is coming to help me, but I see the bird, it is going to die... There are three men, the other two from the construction site also arrive too late, I am devastated because the bird is dead... I say: “ Why did he do that?? It's not okay!!! » I don't feel well and I feel a pain in my stomach, I put my hand down and I realize that I am bleeding below my navel, as if I had been injured. The three men come to help me with modesty, because I am naked after getting out of the bath, they cover me with a white and pink bath towel. I have to go to the hospital. I walk to the hospital and I hold my hand on my stomach, I don't feel anything, no pain...I have a doctor accompanying me, I hug him and kiss him, he reminds me of someone, my husband perhaps, but it's not him... He's going to accompany me to the emergency room, I run my hands over his buttock muscles and he looks at me. We look at each other, then we pass through a tunnel and I arrive at the door of a hospital. At this place, there is a doctor in a white coat and blue pants, he has a stethoscope. He's dark, he looks like an Indian, he's going to accompany me to the waiting room. I tell him that my stomach hurts and that I need to see a doctor. He takes me to an operating room, where two women are operating. There is the surgeon, she is Japanese and there is an assistant with her. She makes me sit down, I'm still holding my stomach. I tell them I would like to be taken care of. I'm not planning operations... There are other people having operations, the assistant makes me sit in a chair, but the surgeon tells him that she is going to operate on me. I find myself on the table and I don't feel anything, there is anesthesia, I don't know if my stomach is open, but I hear them and I see them. The surgeon says: “This woman was lucky! Or she felt something, she must have known because when she went to the toilet, she must have noticed a problem with the evacuation of matter, the stools were not evacuated correctly or randomly, there was a big risk of more serious occlusion, which would have been fatal....I'm fixing all that.” I wake up...