{"product_id":"la-rencontre-version-francaise","title":"The encounter","description":"\u003ch3\u003eDream #1: The meeting\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cimg style=\"float: none;\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0734\/8830\/2401\/files\/La-rencontre_Comprendre-vos-reves_2_1024x1024.jpg?v=1721999098\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003eShare:\u003c\/strong\u003e I received this dream during a period when I was consciously working on the expression and expansion of feminine energy in the being.\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eDream:\u003c\/strong\u003e I meet a girl my age (twenties) in a collective building. I no longer remember the context of the meeting. I just know that it was me who started the conversation, something that I find surprising since I often have a lot of trouble approaching people. She seems nice; it is not very big, quite thin and seems a little fragile; she has blonde hair. There's something special that makes me feel very comfortable with her, almost as if we've been friends for a while now. She has to go to an appointment (physiotherapy, or that type) in the village where I live. I hesitate to offer to take him there since I have a car, especially since there aren't too many traffic jams at this time. But I still have things to do so that would require me to come back right after. I ask her how she plans to get there; She tells me that she is going to take public transport. I think about it and tell myself that the trip is good by public transport, so I don't offer to take her back, telling myself that it's fine like that, there's no point in trying to do too much. We agree that she will come to my house after her appointment. I am in the bedroom of my concrete house on the 1st floor. I accidentally get melted wax all over a large rug in my room that I use mainly for meditation and yoga. I also know that I put wax all over the bathroom which is on the same floor. I'm coming down from the ground floor. I turn on the computer to look up on the internet how to remove the wax. By the time it turns on, I go to the laundry room and ask my mother directly what products to use to remove the wax. I'm in a hurry, I think I need to clean the wax quickly before it hardens, because it will be more difficult to do it afterwards. My mother shows me the two household products to use and tells me to be more careful: the last time I used them, I put them in the wrong place. I ask him where I should put them; she shows me and I try to memorize the locations. I am now outside, at the threshold of the house. I put on the suit I used during my internship this summer to go to a cold room in an ice laboratory. It's a very thick, flashy orange jumpsuit, way too big for me and always reminded me of a cosmonaut's suit. I put it on to clean the wax. When I finish putting it on, a gray car arrives. I recognize the car of the girl I met (even though theoretically I never got to see her car). There are actually 5-6 people in the car. Apart from the girl, it seems to me that they are all men of the same age. I'm a little embarrassed because I didn't expect her to come with so many people. My father comes from home; I hadn't informed him that someone was coming, because I knew it wouldn't be a problem for my parents to welcome a friend. I said to him a little embarrassed... \"Ah yes, I didn't tell you, but a friend is coming this evening.\" We say hello to the men; I'm disturbed, because my grip is surprisingly weak and I squeeze their hands with my fingertips. I feel judged. I also wonder what effect my outfit has, if it seems offbeat or on the contrary gives an expert and mysterious side. At one point, I realize that the men have left with the car; I tell myself that they must have come just to bring the girl. I'm back in my room to remove the wax. I tell myself that I should have paid more attention to the girl; she is important to me and yet I have not spoken to her, nor shown the slightest consideration. She comes to see me. I'm sitting on the floor to clean up and I realize that a sheet covers my lower body, but that underneath, my pants and my boxers are pulled down a little and that I also have an erection ( although I did not notice having any particular thoughts or desires). While I'm talking to the girl, I'm careful not to let the sheet fall so that it stays hidden; I try to pull up my pants a little, but it's difficult without being noticed. I tell him that I don't have long, but that I have to clean the wax before it cools. She leaves and I can put my pants back on normally. I am in the entrance of the house on the ground floor with the girl. We talk and very quickly, she hugs me and kisses me; she even puts a hand on the inside of one of my thighs. As much as hugging her in my arms brought me a lot of comfort, I don't feel the urge to kiss her like she does: I find it excessive. I try to calm her down by saying “tchhhhh... Slowly, it’s going too fast”. I try to stop her and at the same time, so as not to reject her, to comfort her by hugging her and stroking her back; I also kiss him on the cheek. My father arrives: he has a slight smile when he sees us. I don't feel so embarrassed; I tell myself that I am doing my best to manage the situation and that in this sense I do not have to judge myself. We go to the dining room: the place setting for supper is inside while the food is outside. I point this out to my father who decides to move the place setting outside. We are around a white table on the outdoor terrace for dinner. There are, among others, my father, my sister Sylvia, my mother, the girl I met and another girl I feel like I know, but I don't know where from. She's also around my age; she seems kind and balanced. The girl I met is to my left, but there are one or two people between us; we don't talk during the meal and I feel a little isolated. A casserole dish on the table contains a dish of fennel and carrot; my father and my sister tell me that they (I don't remember for what reason) put Nutella in it when cooking. I tell them that then I won't take any. They joke that the last time I ate fennel and carrot, it already came from this dish (with Nutella) without me knowing it. They add that although Nutella gave a slightly bitter side, it also gave a good caramelized taste. My mother is on another table behind me. She talks about a spiritual movement developed in China which has recently obsessed her; This seems very extreme and so does his behavior. With my father, we try to reason with her. I'll eat on the table she's eating on and tell her that the main thing is to try to be balanced. Of course, this goes hand in hand with a spiritual approach, but above all we must seek to be balanced. She continues to come up with arguments to defend this spiritual movement. Desperate, my father said to me: “Jean-Philippe, do something!” \". I answer that I cannot force her; At the end of the day, it’s up to her to make her choices. After a while, I get up and say to my mother: “\u003cem\u003eReally remember that the solution can never, never, ever come from the outside\u003c\/em\u003e” (I would love to talk explicitly about spirituality, but since, apart from my mother, no one at the table is interested in it (I don't know if my friend is interested in it), I try to find a more common language. I sit at the table where they are. the others, this time next to my friend who asks me what I said I start to repeat to her, but someone else is speaking, so I interrupt myself. I tell myself again that I have it. still neglected while she, she shows me a lot of attention My mother continues to make arguments; I then say to her to make her understand that her arguments are empty: “\u003cem\u003eConcretely, what is wrong with you; learned as knowledge thanks to them (those of the spiritual movement)\u003c\/em\u003e”. She stops for a moment and smiles, because she cannot find an answer; em\u003e”. My friend and I and some other people (I think) are watching an action movie. I only remember one scene towards the end of the film. Two trains move in the same direction in parallel. The camera films the scene perpendicular to the two trains. In the first train is the “bad guy”, in the second the “good guy”. Neither knows that the other is in the next car. The “good guy” sees the “bad guy” sitting on the other train through a window and hides behind a seat. Then he takes out a sort of gun barrel which he places at approximately lower stomach or crotch level and aims it at the “bad guy”. Preparing the cannon takes some time and before it is finished, the two trains have shifted slightly so that the “good guy” is no longer in the right place to fire. The cycle repeats itself: the “good guy” places himself at the same level as the “bad guy” to be able to shoot him from the other train, he starts his preparations again, but the trains shift. It is in fact the “bad guy” who noticed that someone wanted to shoot him and who, without moving, can change the course of his train to avoid the shot.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"UCM Center","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48620080070977,"sku":"PODCAST_25844","price":19.99,"currency_code":"CAD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0734\/8830\/2401\/files\/La-rencontre_Comprendre-vos-reves_1.jpg?v=1767826461","url":"https:\/\/ucm.center\/en\/products\/la-rencontre-version-francaise","provider":"UCM Center","version":"1.0","type":"link"}