Dream #1: Healing hands

Share: Following the analysis of one of my dreams and others that touched on the same subject, I did what Kaya advised me and I registered on a website looking for a partner. I am Franco-German and I don't really know what came over me, it was on a German site that I registered, while I live in the South. And indeed I had a meeting that started in writing naturally. We have just discovered that this man is a friend of my uncle, a professor of medicine, researcher and very well-known. Which naturally facilitates the exchange. I asked for a dream to know what this meeting meant for me and my spiritual evolution. And this is what I received:

Dream: I am at home and I know that I have to look after the neighbor's son who wants to go to Berlin for a visit. I go to my neighbor and his wife to pick him up and I arrive at the neighbor's house who is Albert (in concrete terms, he is a man who presents a website with lots of photos, very interactive where I go all in the mornings. It helps me wake up gently, the site is called Seelenfarben - colors of the soul). Albert is expecting his son, from a first marriage. His ex-wife arrives with two beautiful children and makes a terrible scene, arguing with Albert and his wife. Not being concerned, I go out and Albert follows me. I see him in psychological difficulty and ask him if he wants me to put my hands on his heart (in real life I have healing abilities, but I use them mainly for animals and for humans whose I'm sure they are that, open for that, it's not my job). So I put my hands on his neck and my heart almost jumps in my hands it's beating so hard, I'm afraid that this heart that I feel sick will explode, but under my hands it calms down. I finish my work, he gets up, smiles at me and tells me that I have powerful energy and that he is better now. We return to his house where his wife is waiting for him, she is not jealous at all of what I did. On the contrary, she suggested that I go get the moped in the cellar and I could use it. We go out and go to a pile of earth. The cellar is dug into the ground with a door that lifts and we take out a brand new moped from this hole. (In my life, I have never ridden a moped), And I wake up.

Dream #2: Emotional storms

Share: While my partner and I were returning from the workshop in Toulouse, we noticed that our white cat was not there (we have two cats). We didn't worry until the next morning. After several searches around our house, we found him dead in the ditch 4 days later, probably hit by a car. I find it not insignificant that our one and a half year old cat was killed on the evening of our workshop which focused on emotional storms and where there were mutilated animals, which touched me deeply. What is the meaning of this event? He was a beautiful white cat, half Siamese, half European, very sweet, intelligent, affectionate and we loved him very much. We are very sad to have lost him, but above all we would like to understand the message for our personal journey, to my partner and to myself.

Dream #3: Pierre

Dream: I pass in front of the Alima (small local supermarket where my grandmother did her shopping) and I see Pierre sitting in front of the entrance. At first I want to continue, but as he looks so sad I stop and ask him: are you okay, Pierre? He answers me: No, not at all, my daughter is seriously ill. Scene change: I find myself sitting at the table, opposite Pierre, in my grandmother's old kitchen. He would still like to take a trip with his daughter. I ask her: is she rather calm or does she like excitement? He answers me: She is rather calm. I tell her: Then she won't like Club Med (vacation club). New scene change: It’s night. I'm lying on the first floor of the house, I wake up and go down the corridor to see what's happening. It's all dark. I see an old man come out of my grandfather's room, with a slightly sallow complexion and dressed in an old sweater, a dirty ocher color. He carries the girl in his arms, he goes down the stairs with her, he picks her up. I'm still on the first floor. I want to scream, but not a sound comes out of my mouth. Suddenly I arrive there: help, help, help. But it's too late, no one comes to help. The man is gone.

Share: Pierre: a work colleague from my former bank, graphic designer and committed to the ecological movement. He wasn't very talkative. Shortly after this dream, I learned that he had just lost his job, for refusing to use a PC equipped with the bank's centralized system alongside his MAC, in order to be able to communicate with the rest of the bank.

Dream #4: Community life

Dream: In the first scene, I am in a tower like in the suburbs. Below, I see a football team or supporters of a team in white celebrating their victory. I feel far away, in another reality, not concerned by this sport, a little empty. In the second scene, I am part of a new living community (as I always dreamed of), which is active like eco-villages. I see myself, I see us swimming in Paris in the Seine which seems to have become a very healthy and busy new route, not far from Notre Dame. It has become clean and a means of communication (I am a Parisian in real life and I took a lot of photos in these corners as a teenager). The community cultivates a beautiful and vast vegetable garden with squash in particular. I go to classes and assemblies that excite me.