Dream #1: The hamster heist

Dream: A nice lady asks me to find out what a mean lady is up to. She transforms me into a parrot for the mission and my friend into a hamster. I carry my hamster friend who is on my back and we infiltrate the building.

At the scene, I feel that the evil lady is harming the animals she has imprisoned.

I try to enter the laboratory, but she sees me. She orders the old cleaning lady sweeping in the hallway to catch me. She runs after me with her broom and I escape through the window. I land on the ground as a human while the old woman, trying to catch me, crashes into the garden.

I'm in mom's garden hanging out the laundry, I'm in front of mom, but she doesn't see me.

The evil lady's golden palace is located above our house and I want to go back there to help the animals.

2nd dream: I am back in the palace and with the pass given to me by the nice lady, I take the elevator with my hamster friend. I became a parrot again thanks to an object that she entrusted to me and which allowed me this transformation. Our plan is to cast the different keys this time, without anyone noticing, and come back another time with the keys and reinforcements to free all the imprisoned animals.

Dream #2: Rebel Hold

Dream Info:

FARC: The FARC presented itself as the defenders of poor peasants against big landowners, multinationals and the influence of the United States in Colombia. Many guerrillas entered there to escape poverty more than through adherence to Marxist-Leninist ideology. Weakened by a succession of military setbacks and the death of some of their leaders, the FARC announced in February 2012 that it was officially renouncing the kidnapping of civilians for ransom. The Marxist guerrilla of the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC) was removed on November 30, 2021 from the blacklist of foreign terrorist organizations drawn up by the United States

Dream:

I want to lock an old white glass front door with an old gray curtain from the inside. I can't close it. I see a tattooed arm, dressed in khaki cloth, approach the exterior handle. I see the arm pressing on the handle to try to open it.

I hold the handle on the other side to keep it from opening. I look at her face: she smiles with a tightness on her lips. She's a woman with a "military" side, or maybe like the "farc" with a rebel side. Her hair is shaved, she has a lace veil over her eyes. Her face is round and her skin is tan. It’s a place where I consult and where I receive people. I tell myself that I won't be able to do it anymore because she's going to stop me.