Dream #1: Luggage

Dream: There's a party, my sister wants me to put things that belong to her in my car. When I open the doors, I see that there are already a lot of objects, so I move them by pushing them left and right on the car seat to make space. My sister gets out of the car with a baby, I know it's my baby, but I don't feel any attachment to him, I didn't even remember he was in the car. I wonder how I could have forgotten him like that. I can see him quite well, he is very big and big for a baby, I can't see his face because my sister is holding him, he is dressed in a baptism dress and an old white cap. My sister tells me he doesn't smell good and his diaper is full. So she leaves with him to change him and I have to join her to help her when I have finished loading the car. I tell myself that without the baby, I will have more space and I am happy with that. Strangely I am more interested in the luggage than in the baby, this luggage is very important in the dream. I finally manage to put everything in the car, then outside I see a small horse or a deer tied by a halter and my sister tells me that I must take this animal. So here I am discouraged because it means that I have to take out all the luggage and put it back while keeping a space for this animal. This is a lot of work. As I put things back in the car, I feel guilty because I'm not at all tempted to go help my sister change the diaper, because I know there's a really big "poop" there. to clean. I'm afraid she'll judge me for having so little interest in the baby. Then I tell myself that she won't be angry for long and I decide not to go. Then my thoughts change and I return to the luggage knowing that if I clean my car well, I will succeed in getting the animal on board. Another scene, my father is with me, he insistently hands me something. (I don't know what it is).

Dream #2: The Mirror

Share: I ask heaven to help me cleanse and transform my inner relationship. Here are the two dreams I received.

Dream: I was with my husband and my boy. They say to me: “Why do you have blood stains on your sweater?” We could see very small blood stains that had penetrated my sweater. I had a look of surprise. There was also my boy's friend. I went into the toilet to see what was causing the stains. I thought I saw in the mirror what was happening. But when I looked in the mirror, I saw my face change. My face was laughing very nastily. I was very scared and woke up.

Sharing: In concrete terms - I was in my bed and I started to invoke very loudly. And I asked them upstairs to help me with this fear. My boy's friend is very nice, he is polite. He is a very good childhood friend of my son. He is in Tunisia now. My boy has a big heart just like my husband. But they don't do the teaching. My boy doesn't really believe any of this. But he respects my work and my choice.

Dream #3: Heavens, how beautiful!

Dream: I was in my bedroom and I looked outside. The sky was beautiful! It was all starry. I saw a shooting star coming towards me. I noticed it was a flying saucer. I said to my husband: “Come and see what I saw”. And when we both looked out the window, we saw an image in the starry sky, it was Pope John Paul II. He was there and watching us. I said to my husband, “Look, do you see that?” He said, “Yes.” Then the image disappeared and there were two women in nuns' robes, they were in blue and white. I said to my husband: “How beautiful!”. The women were all smiling and waved hello to me. I knew my boy was in my room. I thought about saying to him: “Come and see”. But I didn't do it. Then, my husband went to bed but I continued to look at the sky because it was so beautiful. My husband didn't want to sleep, he also wanted to watch with me. He was removing pottery pots that were hiding the window from him. And there I saw a parachute coming to earth. I said to my boy: “Come and see”. He didn't really want to come, but he came to see. There I looked at the sky again and I saw shooting stars which made long lit lines in the sky. And I woke up, thinking how beautiful it was. I felt very good.

Dream #4: The actress

Dream: I was in my native town with a deceased aunt. The denturist I usually see was doing eye exams. His office entrance was behind the garage. A famous actress came in for an exam, said she needed new glasses frames and tried on a dark one. She went to her car to get some hair ties. I followed him, and outside there were several small children (daycare). Sitting at the wheel of her car, she says that she has just learned that she comes from a small village near Quebec, as does her actor boyfriend. Since then they have been going there very often. For his ties, I tell him to look in the rear trunk. I see 1 attachment then 2 others. I tell him I saw the photo of his eldest daughter. (Actually, I read an article of her at the hairdresser the days before) I tell her that I haven't seen the photo of her second daughter. In fact, she adopted 2 Asian babies. She stands near the open car trunk and tells me it's to protect her. I understand because she is in high school and could be asked for money! She shows me her photo (which is in the trunk) which she cleans with a small brush. She told me she found it in the ground. I am amazed: it is a superb figure of a young Asian girl, sculpted on a piece of slate. The features are finely chiseled, almond-shaped eyes and a braid on the side. I said, “It’s really God’s work…and you found it like that and it’s really her!” I was supposed to go in with her to choose her frame but I see it's 2:10. I have an appointment at 3 o'clock.

Dream #5: Denunciation

Dream: I was with a group. I couldn't single out anyone in particular. We were in a public place, a hotel perhaps. There was a special meeting session or day. At the end of the day, we had to communicate in writing to the person in charge of the place if we had experienced something negative or a disturbance with one of the people in the group or something else. I mentioned the attitude of someone who seemed in a hurry while walking and who had bumped into me as I passed. You also had to name your name. Which I did. I didn't know him, neither in the dream nor in reality. It was a difficult name to pronounce. I don't remember the spelling. NB. We had the list of participants in hand. Then we were given a document. I am called and before giving me the document of several pages, the manager tells me that the name of the person who pushed me does not appear on the list of people present. I know his name was on the list. One person in the group came to my defense and said: "Yes, yes, his name is indeed on the list!" The lady in charge then gave me the document of several pages, I don't know what it was. it contains. And to my great surprise, attached to this document, there is a check for $69.00. I rather believed that when you denounced someone, it was you yourself who had to pay $69.00 and not the other way around. At the same time, I wonder if I haven't confabulated? Had someone really pushed me? Yes or no. I couldn't say for sure. The manager asks us to give her the telephone number of the person we are denouncing. How to find your phone number? Perhaps he had already left. I then decided to hand over the $69.00, since I was unable to give his telephone number, while wondering if someone had really pushed me. Was I right to make this denunciation? Why had I done it? I didn't understand my attitude.

Dream #6: My Uncle

Share: I would like to share with you a situation that I am experiencing at the moment. I have a friend who I have been seeing regularly for about two years. I spent a lot of time with him (his name is Serge). We are therefore very close, our relationship oscillates between (platonic?) love and friendship. This boy has a problem though, he is afraid or unable to touch me physically. We once talked about having children but he doesn't do anything close to physical contact with me. Weird! But the real problem is this: (I haven't told anyone about it until now). Serge is 33 and I am 30. When he talks to me, he keeps repeating the same nonsense, namely: “My uncle is going to kill you, yes I am going to rip your head off!” » “My uncle will beat you, oh yes I will beat you, can I? » When he talks about himself, he calls himself “My Uncle”. He can tell me this dozens and dozens of times a day! When he says that, he seems like a little child, not at all mean, but still! He hasn't always said that since I've known him. There's also the fact that he punches me because he's boxing. (He is not a professional, he works for an electrical avionics company.) Of course, he does not hit me to hurt me, rather I have the impression that he is unconsciously trying to fight me in his "deeper self". ". But I feel so close to him and vice versa! How is this possible?? Another thing about him: Serge is a fan of "Merrel" sports shoes, especially the "Merrel" brand. It's an obsession with him. Again, he keeps telling me: “My uncle is going to throw your Merrels in the snow, my uncle is going to tear off your Merrels and cut them into pieces!” I'm going to throw your Merrels in the snow! » He gave me Merrel as a gift when we met and he talks to me constantly about MERREL. Please give me your opinion so that I can better understand the situation.