Dream #1: The presidential plane

Dream: I am piloting a white plane (like a Cessna) over Washington. I see the presidential plane flying in the same direction but lower. It's a very futuristic plane and I see that it can go at very high speed due to its aerodynamic shape. I get a little closer and suddenly, it gains altitude very quickly and passes near me. I tell myself it's because I'm not allowed to be this close. I'm flying low over a military airport, I see that there's a cargo plane getting ready to take off. I tell myself that I'm too low, I'm going to land but I don't know where. I'm walking on a road, I don't remember how I got to Washington, I don't remember where my car is. I'm near a group, but the pedestrian crossing is blocked, I retrace my steps. I see a group of people waiting to cross the road. I don't have much confidence in them, I have my brown and beige backpack and I wonder if my wallet is in my bag. While waiting to cross, a man pretends to peck me on the neck on the left side, I want to hit him, but I know the others will attack me so I do nothing. We cross and I find myself on a sort of raised cement bridge and I see a lower building in the distance where it says “Parliament” (it looks like the Parliament of Ottawa). I see the white structure high up, like in Washington, and I see rides in the distance. I have a good view of the whole city. I wonder where my car is and how I got here, I remember the plane but I have forgotten everything before. I think I should call someone to help me. A man shorter than me walks beside me, he asks me if I'm going to a place (I don't remember which place he mentioned), I tell him no.

Dream #2: Two black bears

Dream: I am in the street with other children, my father is present on the sidewalk. I'm adult size as it is now. I observe two black bears in a warehouse in an enclosure. The enclosure is made of temporary mesh, like on construction sites. Then I get the feeling that a bear is going to escape. I'm running away. My direction is an apartment which could well be that of my grandparents, on my mother's side (apartment that I have not seen for years, my grandparents are both deceased). I cross a park by a path that climbs between the trees. But it's not the right road, so I turn around to go back down. A bear escapes over the fence and chases me. I go back down to the road, I run on the sidewalk, alongside the cars, still towards the apartment. It's impossible for him to escape from me. The bear catches up with me. Now I face him. Standing in front of me, he slaps me in the face with his paws. I am still. I feel that my vital potential diminishes with each blow. I see my bloody, torn face. I feel like the ninth bear has escaped. Long before the second bear arrives, the first bear gives me a final fatal blow, I die.