Dream#1: Plastic in my mouth

Dream: I am on a rock. A group of walkers has just arrived. They say hello to me with a kiss. There is a piece of plastic (loop-shaped, stuck between the teeth, top right). I tell them that I'm stopping kissing because this plastic bothers me. I need to take it off. One of them hands me a big scissor (much bigger than normal). It doesn't fit. A person hands me a scissor smaller than the first but still too big (maybe the first person was a man and the other a woman?). Then, in a small room with my companion, in front of a window. Behind me, an opening into a larger room (which I feel but cannot see). The color of the small part is rather light blue (but not bright, a little sad) and I say that's good, I'll manage on my own to remove this plastic between the teeth. In the different scenes, my companion is the person who accompanies me in reality.

Share: This scene is the first. I have doubts about the place of the other two (maybe the second is where the third is).

Then I arrive to serve in the restaurant. I find myself in the aisle, on either side of the tables. I try a crepe at a table at the end of this little aisle. On the way back, I clear the tables to my left of an object that is not being used (candle holder style) and then I see some small flower pots that could add a little color. A boy has his legs stretched out and is a little in the way. I do not say anything. The service is going well when I arrive at the kitchen, the area for washing dishes is cluttered. I don't really know where to put what I'm holding. I point it out to my companion, who is the cook and who left this mess, and then I tell him that, it's okay, I'll sort it out. Then, I am on the rocks, at the edge of a basin, in the setting sun. I approach the water. The place is magnificent, with beautiful light. The water is crystal clear. I find it a bit of a shame not to enjoy this place while swimming, but I fear that the water will be too cold. And then I'm alone and that worries me too. As I move around, I see near a basin, a little further away, my companion (the person with whom I actually live). We wave to each other. The place where he is is less beautiful than where I am (that's the thinking I have). I can be, at times, distant and cold with my friend. Even if things are better today. This attitude is still part of me and disturbs me.