Dream #1: Welcoming migrants

Dream: When I wake up, I remember that I lived in a big house with a long table. A very large number of migrants that I had welcomed were seated at the table. I served them supper. I had also bought them dinner before. Then I went for a tour outside. It was a little dark. Night would soon set in. Several migrants were preparing to spend the night under the stars. It was somewhat chilly. Among other things, I saw a mother sitting on a bench with her two little boys dressed in a simple little vest. Brr... brr.... I said to the people outside: “You are welcome to come inside the house; Even if you're lying on the floor, at least you'll be warm! ".

Question: what does this dream mean? I took care of my internal migrants?

Dream #2: The restaurant and the stars

Share : Here is a dream that I had a few days ago and that I would like to submit to your enlightenment, because it is one of those dreams that are as if inscribed in me, the awareness of having lived it, as if inscribed in my cells. My husband and I run a country inn (where Kasara came for a conference), my husband is a cook and I am in service.

Dream: I am in a fairly narrow restaurant room, all made of wood with a staircase on the left that goes up. The room is full of guests, small tables of two or four people. The scene opens onto a sunny interior garden. There are so many people that a table spills out into the garden. I tell myself that I'm going to go look at the panoramic terrace (exists in our hostel) because people will be better off, more room and space. So I go out into the garden via a wooden staircase that goes down. It's night, I look up and just under the big clouds, I see stars twinkling. I realize that it's not stars, but fighter planes surrounding a space station returning to earth, wow, I have to go get my husband so he can see that! I tell myself that by the time I call him they will be gone. I follow them with my eyes, I turn around and there, in front of me, I see the moon, which is so close that it fills the sky. A soft light from the right illuminates it, and I can see the craters. It rises gently into the sky to the right. And here, I thank you for being able to see this. I find myself in the restaurant, the waitress tells me that people are leaving because the service is too long, but that I don't worry, they will come back to eat frog legs. I'm going to check if the freight elevator linking the kitchen and the bathroom works, it works. I go up the stairs to the kitchen. It is a large room with a very large table in the middle, filled with dishes, vegetables and cooking utensils. My husband works at this table, I go behind him and introduce myself to his assistant saying people are leaving. He tells me not to say that… I ask him why… He replies: “because it causes stress here!”