Dream #1: Friends

Share: Dream of a young boy.

Dream: I dreamed of my friend Simon. He was driving a bus and we had to give our tickets. Then we went to Simon and Noémie's wedding at a village hall and then we traveled to lots of countries.

Dream #2: The big red truck

Share: I would like to share a nightmare that my 7 year old daughter has regularly and causes her a lot of anxiety.

Dream: A big red truck at the front (i.e. the cabin) and white (the rest of the truck), crushes the people she loves and kills them. Sometimes it's his school friends, his dad and his sister, but most of the time it's me. The other day, she was the one who got crushed with her friends. It always happens in the same place, on a pedestrian crossing on the way to school. The result is that we are still dead.

Share: Since she had this dream, she no longer wants to go to school alone for fear that something will happen to us when she is not there. She has a lot of anxiety about death, especially about our death. Note that she also very often dreams of spiders and ghosts. Always the same nightmares, because the ghosts always look the same.

Dream #3: Kitchen service

Sharing: In concrete terms, that day at 6 a.m., a new person must come and help us at home (dishes, cleaning, ironing, breakfast, etc.). We are new parents to a second 2 month old boy who I am breastfeeding and this helps us get going in the morning. She has to come at 6 and I probably won't be awake. I worry about someone coming into my house and being active while I'm sleeping, even though it also relieves me to know that I'm being helped. This is the dream I received:

Dream: we are at the table in a bourgeois dining room. Someone comes to serve us. This is high quality work. I enjoy this quality of life and I relax. Then I realize it's not the person I hired, who is a woman. So I become suspicious and I go to the kitchen to follow this waiter who I find so perfect that it's suspicious. He is luminous in his black and white service uniform. he is busy working very professionally in this service kitchen. He has no idea of ​​my presence. Then, I found the person I had hired coming into the kitchen. I reproach him for the presence of this boy when obviously this waiter is given to me by life, offered. I think of the plot, and immediately, there emerge from the (backdoor??) service doors a team of waiters dressed the same and armed with kitchen knives. The woman is the leader. Reflex: I take one of their knives and I successfully attack this woman in the throat.