Dreams #1: Memories of Japan

Dream 1: I was in a funny place (outside?) with a lot of greenery, a lot of green, it was very beautiful. It was sunny. A voice said to me: “We’re going to show you one of your old lives in Japan. »

Share: At that moment, in concrete reality, I semi-awakened and I said to myself: “Wow, that's important, I have to remember that tomorrow. »

Dream 2: I was a man, Asian, but I was considered by the population as a foreigner (as if I were white). I was a soldier serving in the army of the country I was in, but it wasn't my own country (everyone around me was Asian, I was in an Asian country). I had a mistress who looked a bit like a geisha (make-up on her face - white face, sort of black triangles around her eyes, red on her lips, but not on all her lips, that is. which creates the impression of a small mouth - and somewhat bare dresses with veils, light fabric, quite loose with a lot of fabric) and she was the daughter of one of my good friends (a resident of there , but who had a lot of influence and was fairly well off financially, who had money). Then there was a scene where I was watching my mistress dancing in some sort of bar. I was sitting at a table (I saw myself) and drinking alcohol. I wore a white shirt and black pants and I had Asian features, black hair (thick and a little wavy though), dark eyes and dark complexion (and I didn't understand why I was "white", why everything the world told me I was white). Then, there was a scene in a bed where she was with me (my mistress). Later, his sister (twin) tried to seduce me, but I rejected her. (She was dressed the same way, but not in the same colors (in blue? And her sister in red?). Her makeup was a little different and her face was a little longer => we couldn't really see the facial features of neither of them, but we could still see that they were a little different physically, even if they were twins). They both had very long black hair, tied in a ponytail. Later, I learned that the twin sister was my real mistress, that she had become pregnant and had a child by me. Their father wanted to kill me, so my real mistress's sister pretended to be his sister because the two of them had a discussion together and she asked him: "Would you be willing to die for the man you love ? » and my mistress said no. But since her sister was ready to die for the man she loved, she decided to pretend to be his sister and spent a lot of time with me (I never noticed the change). The father was killing me (Waking up and thinking about it, I understand that in the story (it's implied in the dream, but in my dream I didn't have a great understanding of the events and why they happened. happened this way), the two sisters were in love with me and that the father of the two girls not only wanted to kill me, but also his own daughter, the one he believed to be my mistress (probably because he didn't did not agree with this relationship) and that the sister of my real mistress was ready to sacrifice herself, thus saving her sister's life). At one point during this dream, I had a kind of vision: the image of an eye very close up on white skin, which reminded me a little of Keanu Reeves in the movie "The Last Samurai" ( the eye was dark, I think, but I can't remember the precise color). Dream 3: My mother and I were in Quebec. I was walking on a path that I knew (represents beautiful childhood memories with my friends, because I lived at this address in reality) and I wanted to go shopping somewhere. I imagined making a round trip in the same day, Ste-Agathe/Québec Quebec/Ste-Agathe. I saw myself taking the Inter (bus) to St-Jérôme, then taking the passenger bus to Montreal, then to Quebec, without having purchased my tickets in advance and taking the risk that there was still the place, then go to Place Laurier and return to Ste-Agathe the same day. I then told myself that I could extend an invitation to someone among my friends to accompany me to go shopping at Place Laurier. I then told myself that it wasn't reasonable, that I should go to St-Jérôme only. I was then back in Quebec, on the way to my childhood, I arrived near the McDonald's, just before the intersection and the viaduct which led to my old apartment. While I was walking, my ballerina (light shoe) broke on my right big toe. I thought I could buy some shoes too. I told myself that I would go and look at Hart, because last time I had found ballerinas that I had kept for a very long time at the Rossy (In reality, the Rossy closed and a Hart opened at the same location). In my dream, I was next to the small shopping center where the Hart is located. There, I had doubts, I realized that it was Sunday and that we had our bus to leave Quebec and return to St-Agathe that day (and I was working Monday, the next day) and I I remembered getting up very late at the apartment, so I knew that I really didn't have much time to stay, that I should instead get ready to leave. I then had a kind of flashback, I had seen myself again that morning when I got up, at our old apartment where we had been able to stay as if it were still ours. This confused me, because in my head, it was as if we had already arrived at home, since we had also stayed with other people during the time we had spent in Quebec, before going at our old apartment. But at the time, I no longer remembered that we had moved and therefore no longer lived there. In my head, it felt like I had already been home, so I had forgotten that I had to get ready to leave. I remembered getting up in my old bed and leaving and I also remembered leaving all my stuff there. I thought I got up after 9am and our bus was around 11am so I was trying to call my mom (since there really wasn't much time left to catch the bus). (I was now walking on the same street, but on the other side of the street, in the opposite direction, instead of heading towards my old apartment, I was heading towards the bus station). I took my cell phone and tried to call my mother. At first I was like on Facebook and I was trying to make a call, but it was calling to a site (www.elephant.net) so I hung up and tried to find the name of my mother's Facebook account. I was going by a weird name, which reminded me of the name of an Angel until I realized it was going to call her on her Facebook, which didn't do anything, because she wouldn't be connected since She didn't have internet access, so I called her cell phone. I asked her if the bus was at 11 a.m., and she said “I know”. I then said that we were just on time, she told me that we should leave now, so I told her that I was going to go to the station, that she would just have to take everything luggage and meet me there, that everything was still in the bags, but that I wouldn't have eaten, I wouldn't have brushed my teeth, nothing. There I was thinking that maybe I had left things in the bathroom, like my toothbrush or my facial cleanser, and I was hoping that she would think to check that nothing was lying around anywhere, that she would see them and think about taking them. We hung up and hoped we would make it in time since the tickets were not exchangeable or refundable, so if we missed the bus we would have to buy new tickets. So I was heading towards the viaduct, but I saw something like a staircase, a bit like the footbridge near a local school, a footbridge which allows pedestrians to pass over the highway; it is accessed by stairs. There, the phone rang, but it was like the work phone, not my cell phone. So I replied: “[Nom du lieu où je travaille], hello” and I heard nothing. So I was rehearsing and I saw a girl in front of me (with long black hair, white skin, quite young, like a teenager) who said “Can you hear me? ". I realized it was her calling, so I walked over to tell her that she wasn't getting any network and that was why her phone was cutting off.