Dream #1: My superhero

Dream: I am in a truck and I am preparing to bring oil to my Super Hero. The latter is flying around in a plane with blue and white propellers. The Super Hero wears blue and white clothes. It has a kind of white light at heart level. It looks like a round mirror. On my way to join him, I have to stop at a country house for a young boy's party. Her mother baked her a beautiful beige cake. I'm waiting for the little boy who doesn't show up. So I decide to leave, otherwise I won't have time to deliver the oil to my Super Hero. Before leaving, I cut a large piece of cake which I place in one of the tracks of my truck as if to go unnoticed after my departure and I drive on it. As soon as I join my Super Hero who is now waiting for me on the ground, I see a soldier not far away who wants to speak to him. He does not dare attack him; he wants to make an arrangement with the Super Hero. The latter draws a line on the ground with his foot (his shoe) between the soldier and himself. As soon as he receives the tank (powerful oil) that I brought him, he gets organized with everything and my Super Hero disappears. I now feel in danger from the soldier. Suddenly, an old dark green plane flies above me. There is no driver; he flies as if he were alive. I have the impression that he wants to bring me on board. It's up to me whether I get on board or not.

Dream #2: In the eye of the vortex

Share: here is a dream that I sometimes think about.

Dream: This is the first dream I still remember. I must have been around 2 or 3 years old then. I was in my maternal grandparents' house. I went down the stairs that led from the 1st floor to the ground floor, then from the ground floor to the basement. In the middle of the staircase leading from the ground floor to the basement, a vortex appeared. I set foot there and then fell for a long time until I landed in a sort of gray and black swampy forest. I advanced in the forest then, after a while, I encountered a fox standing on two legs and dressed like a painter (beret and scarf). He painted on an easel. I approach him and look at the picture he was painting. I realize it's a fox that was eating me. Then I wake up with a certain amount of fear, but also a lot of questioning and a lot of astonishment.