Dream#1: Violins on the plane

Dream: I am on a regular airliner. With the symphony orchestra, we have returned from a tour of a distant, rather Asian, country. I am a violinist (an instrument that I practiced a little during adolescence). Everything on the plane conforms to reality (playing the violin on a plane is not so easy, one can well imagine what that represents... in the dream everything conformed to that). All the travelers were happy, it was a great experience.

Share: In the morning I try to analyze my dream with the famous question: “Is playing the violin on a plane with an orchestra in its place? » And if this is indeed possible, it is not the custom. So I start to meditate on the negative side... In the morning while going to take my rental vehicle to the neighboring village, I listen to the news on France Musique and I am fascinated by what I hear. An airline organized the first concert in mid-flight, during the return of the Asian tour of the French Philharmonic Orchestra...! The conductor testifies to the organization. The altitude: 11,000 feet… the preparations for safety reasons… the instructions for the musicians in case of “air gaps”… Everything was well planned and the airline was satisfied since the plane was complete thanks to the publicity that had been made of it. Could the dream have become positive? What probability is there between a dream like this and a reality like this? 100% answers my daughter in the context of metaphysics!

Dream#2: The farewell ceremony

Share: I lost my mom nine years ago to cancer and my dad went to join her on Easter last year.

Dream: We were preparing my mother's farewell ceremony because as she was ill, we knew she would be leaving. There were already a lot of people at the church, everyone was very sad because she was a very loved woman. Then I went to join her because she was not yet dead, because it was at the time of the ceremony that she would go to the afterlife. As if with the ceremony, she would be euthanized. She was sorting her things in the closet in her bedroom. So I went to help him and said, “Why do you want to leave?” You are still in great shape so stay with us again. » She replied: “That’s how it is, I have to leave.” » I insisted and she finally decided not to leave and to stay with us. So I went to the church to warn the entire community that was present to tell them that she would not leave. My cousin was with me to comfort me.

Dream#3: The statue

Share: Before going to sleep, I asked to work on rectifying an attitude that was too inviting or too open with a man I met during a workshop. There were no verbal exchanges but glances. I would say the magic eyes were there! Then afterwards I saw on his site that he was married! I am free. I then thought about the possible consequences for his relationship of what I was able to emit as energy during his eye contact and wanted to work, to understand this.

Dream: Outside, I'm hiding from humans because I've done something serious. I accidentally caused the death of a child. I hide in a crack in the earth. I fear and feel that parts of my body are protruding, touching the surface like my hair and my hip; that people can see me, especially the father who is looking. I am discovered but I am the child. I am me and in the role of this dead child boy, so like a statue. It's not easy because you don't have to move. One of those present said they noticed something strange in my eyelids (which moved a little). But they don't go any deeper, Father Louis is very enthusiastic to have found me. There is then a sort of race, a sporting performance, still in this statue role, with other children. It is an oval and vertical circuit. There are men on this circuit doing work. I have to be careful of them who think I'm a wax statue. The father is so touched that he projects me, wishes me alive. Men don't. They talk about a simple and practical installation for them for their work: it involves plugging in an electrical device, it is a place where I am, the electricity can make sparks which, touching my wax body can make small holes. For them it's not a problem but I'm alive and it can hurt, I'm on alert, I have to avoid that. My position is delicate. The father poses the least problems for me because he is ready to want me alive, while the others always see me as a statue, so I have to be still, be in a frozen pause, always the same, with little variation. This is an archetypal position with one hand in the air. If I move too much they will see the scam and discover me.