Dream #1: The year 1977

Dream: I am with my partner in a very large building, a single huge rectangular room, there are stained glass windows on the back wall and on the left a small door. My partner is attracted to this door. Later, same place, she goes through the door which is so small that you have to go through it crouching down. And enters a small room, I'm behind her but I don't see anything. She comes out and I ask her what attracts her and what she saw. No response. I leave the building and enter a trailer, in the center there is a table, the seats on the sides, I sit down, there are other people seated. A man said to me: “It’s not okay, you can’t stay there, it’s too heavy”. I don't agree, he sends a child to take me out. The child gets on the table and gives me a slap which I dodge. And there, I tell the man to come and take me out himself because I don't want to hit the child. He gets up and we go out together. Outside, we are on a wide, gently sloping street. We hold hands “the African way (with the tips of the fingers)”, there are stalls on the floor of the restaurants. We pass a group of Asian men on the left, a mixed race man alone on the right then another man on the left the road narrows and we arrive at the edge of the sea. There I start to fly low above the water and man too. We fly forward, backward, our hands drag in the water, we see the fish and I decide to gain altitude. We go up for a little while and there we find ourselves blocked by the ceiling of the trailer. Standing up, I tell myself damn it was a dream. I'm all alone. The interior of the trailer is beautiful and tidy. I go out again on the same street, same people, same shops, in one of them I see my wife (in reality, I don't know this woman), I find her beautiful. Well dressed, in good shape, I continue but I still feel something different and I decide to question a person. I ask a gypsy-looking woman what year is it? She answers me about something else and leaves. I continue, I pass the same group of Asian men and I ask the lone man on the left and he tells me he can't answer me. I continue and there, in the fairly dense crowd, a man turns around and hands me newspapers and torn envelopes. On one of them, I can read the postmark, it is 77. There I am very happy and I cry with joy. In the dream, and when I wake up, I am still in my emotion but the year 1977 does not evoke anything special for me.

Dream #2: My colleague’s knitting

Dream: I am with a former work colleague in what seems to be a corridor where we are sitting and waiting (I don't know what). There is another person, but I don't remember clearly. I look with admiration at Laurence knitting. She shows a lot of dexterity, especially compared to the other person nearby who is making less progress on her work. Laurence is a very charming person whose characteristic is to be obese. She shows me the vest she is finishing (she has started one sleeve and will only have the other to do before she is finished). The vest is dark red, with several burgundy tones and gold threads. Various knitting techniques give it character and relief. I think (and she does too) that it is very beautiful and very well crafted. There is a small black heart at the bottom. My attention is drawn to another style effect of three holes connected by a white border (which I don't find very pretty, but are cleverly integrated into the work). The vest is large (for Laurence) and very successful.

Share: This dream relates to a question about the book I am writing while taking advantage of the period between two jobs. I fear that it is the ego that pushes me to absolutely want to express things in books and at the same time, it is a very old wish that dates back to childhood. My first experience in this area failed (self-authored book for a historical book already written during a period of unemployment) and here, I reiterate with a lighter, fictional book, but with messages that are intended to carry meaning and of love. I'm 4/5th of the way through the book (the vest almost finished...), at least the first draft which will then be reworked. I can't think that this could be a positive dream because of the mentions of obesity, red, and holes. However, the dream was not unpleasant and the vest was rather very nice. I have the impression that I am working on lack and ego and not on the life mission that I would like it to be... could the answer be that I am going astray?