Dream #1: The alien invasion

Share: In the evening, before I went to sleep, the news talked about the increase in health insurance premiums. A few days before, I had received our new bonuses and their increase was such that I felt financially insecure for next year. I was thinking about this, but also about the election of D. Trump. On immigration, the latest health scandals, the power of multinationals, etc... I go to sleep with the certainty that the system will change (which is necessary, I think), but with the anxiety that the transition will be violent and fear of the unknown. I then receive the following dream.

Dream: I am Peter (my husband in reality). Peter (me in the dream), me (me in reality) and our son (about 2-3 years old, not my son in reality, unknown) are in Alle (small town next to the village where we live). We walk across the parking lot towards the station. In the distance, we see a plane on the ground burning. It's already the 2nd or 3rd recently. I have a feeling of fear and helplessness, our world is falling apart. The sky is dark, and the burning plane emits black smoke and a red-orange glow that I sense is menacing. Suddenly, just above us, a plane (more like a NASA space shuttle) in flames leveled the roofs of the houses. I say to myself “What a horror, it’s going to crash into the city!” ". He comes back to us. We run so as not to get run over. Finally, he managed to land in a crash courtyard. There are 6-7 people inside who got out unhurt. I'm in bed with Peter (this time, I'm me). I can't fall asleep, I'm extremely scared. I try not to think, because I'm afraid my thought will come true if I dream about it during the night. The thought I have is this: “I go for a walk in the forest and I know that there is a terrible monster in a certain place and that it is going to devour me. » Peter, I and our son (there, I'm Peter again) go to the pharmacy to buy a poison that will allow us to kill ourselves. Our world is invaded by aliens and we don't want them to torture us before killing us. Back home, a couple of extra-terrestrials arrive. They take possession of the place, make fun of our paintings and change them for theirs. Meanwhile, I pour the poison for my wife (me in reality) and my son (still unknown in reality), and I wait for it to take effect, hoping that the aliens don't notice and so that I have time to take some too. They are so busy changing the tables that they don't notice anything. I know that after they're done, they're going to take care of us, tearing us up little by little. My wife and my son died peacefully, without pain, and I in turn drink the poison.

Dream #2: Ventilate the engine

Dream: I am in my dense garden when I hear a car pass, it is very old and rusty like a wreck whose bodywork is dotted with holes devoured by time, rusty brown color. She rolls very slowly and stops at my level. Then, my father (actually deceased) appeared out of nowhere to ask me like a stranger if I didn't have a fan for the engine. But I remain very stupid because I am moved and happy to see my father normally dead, what's more he is handsome, radiant and his white hair is very luminous, I say to him: "Dad, it's me", but he doesn't doesn't seem to realize who I am. Then I wonder what a motor fan is, then I wake up with this question in my mind.