Dream #1: The Russian church

Share: Concrete event: I visit the Russian Church in Nice. I don't know why I absolutely wanted to go, it felt like an emergency. At the entrance there is a shop and a saleswoman who seems Russian, surly and directive. As I enter the church, I hear magnificent singing, I believe that it is acts as a disk. Illusion. There is a pantry on the side, people are standing; I discover that they are 3 Russian women who sing simply and beautifully. I attends the service. I feel moved, transported, Russian and connected to God. Then I sit down on a bench marble on the side to contemplate and meditate. I notice that there is a changing table near me. A young couple approaches me with a stroller, a baby, a little girl, with a pretty white dress. The mother changes the baby's diaper and gives him a bottle. The surly saleswoman waves us out. I understand that there is going to be a baptism. I leave the church, I feel refreshed, the park is magnificent, there are large trees, palm trees, even a fig tree, I who adore figs, and am grateful to life for so much beauty and abundance. moment of gratitude.

Dream: I am in Nice with my husband Jules ( sup/inf complex % of manipulation memories, domination). We take the metro to pick up plants at the flower market. There were 3 kinds, I chose a pretty one that I liked.

In the metro, Jules and I are a little distant. A man asks me to play a game: deposit money and jewelry. I don't want to, I feel that the man is manipulating.

He insists, I shout “Jules” very loudly so that he gets scared and my husband comes to help me. My husband is coming. The man calms down. Jules tries to chat with him. I tell him stop, he's a manipulator, it's useless.

Another dream the next night : I'm in a house with other people, I'm going to the bathroom in the bathroom. The floor is littered with poop. There is feces all over the toilet on the floor.

Dream #2: Trash cans and an evil wind

Dream: I want to throw a blue trash bag with waste into the trash room in my building. I open the door to the room, there is a small staircase (5 or 6 steps) which provides access to the ground which is lower; I go down the stairs. The waste was supposed to be burned in an incinerator which is in the room, but it does not work, fortunately there is a garbage chute built into the wall, and as my garbage bag is not too big I can put it in and I close (the trash can goes into an airlock that goes down to the basement and leads to a larger trash can). Then I have a feeling of worry, of fear, I leave quickly because there is wind and I feel that this wind is malicious, with demonic energy, so I internalize myself and quickly I feel that it is okay , the negative energy weakens and cannot reach me.