Dream #1: Chased by two killers

I would like to share with you the nightmare of my son who is 8 years old: He is in two living rooms on the ground floor of his grandmother's house (where he lived for two years from 1 to 3 years old) and he is chased by two men (a young adult and a rather old man). They end up catching him and sticking a knife in his heart. He wakes up as blood spurts out. So, if you could help me interpret this dream, I feel a little helpless in the face of my son's distress.

Dream #2: Drunk driving

I was driving my white car drunk. It was night and a little girl dressed all in pink ran under my car, I had no reflexes and I hit her. At the hospital, with her very compassionate parents who said it was their daughter's fault since she hadn't looked before crossing. I collapsed in tears in my mother's arms.

Dream #3: Our strengths and our multidimensionality

Share: Before interpreting my dream, I must tell you that my father died 13 years ago from suicide. A few days before this dream, I watched a film on the Internet “Nosso Lar” which means: “Our Home”. The main character in the film is called André, like my father.

Dream: I am in a house with my father (whom I sense but cannot see) and my mother (who is alive). I wake up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and I call my mother because I'm very upset. She comes to see me and says: “It’s nothing, you’ll go back to sleep”, but I can’t because I’m terrified. So she tells me to get up because Dad is upstairs and he's not feeling well. We go up the stairs and there I see him lying on the sofa staring blankly, I stroke his head and tell him that it's going to be okay, that I'm going to help him. I look at my mother and tell her that when I stare at an object (I don't remember which one), I can leave my body and fly somewhere else in other dimensions. Then I find myself standing in front of my father and I say to him: “look I will help you to go there and fly with me”. In this dream I talk to him and little by little I transform, it is no longer my voice, my appearance resembles that of an animal and I have a deep voice. I woke up with enormous fear so I prayed for a quarter of an hour at the mons and as often, visualizing Mary my hands in hers, and there I had my hands in those of my father. Then I fell asleep.

Dream #4: Corn on the cob

I see my father coming home and me leaving; we cross paths. I am holding green ears of corn that my father loved to grow despite the fact that he was a public official. He asks me where I'm going, and I tell him that I'm going to the fields. Arriving at the field, I see the green flowering corn stalks and I hold some of them in my hands and I see my father encouraging me. I sow corn in my garden and wake up. I still see myself in our family home where I have just returned from a walk. Just before going in, I see my older half-brother with whom I don't get along perfectly and I say hello to him. He replied: “hello sir”. Then I go back into the house where I still see my father talking about harvest and the new planting season. Then he gives me ears of fresh, half-dry white corn which I have to place in a bowl and follow him afterwards.

Dream #5: The bomb

I am in my apartment on the top floor (an apartment that I do not know in reality) and place a bomb there and set the timer. The bomb has a spherical shape, smaller than a football (soccer). I leave and come back to recheck the timer (almost obsessive checks, like OCD, which I often do for other things (e.g. rechecking if the doors are closed, if the gas is turned off, etc.). You have to open the sphere, by opening one half which forms the lid The bomb will explode very soon, there is very little time left. In fact, I am leaving the apartment, my sister Françoise is going to take me to. Françoise is my older sister; she represents a fairly submissive side (at least that's what I thought about when I woke up), although I have a doubt: I'm not sure that this side is. very conscious; she also has a rather abrupt and not very "round" side in her relationships in general, although generous, very sensitive, and also hardworking. She is a gynecologist. As I leave the building, I see black smoke. escape from the top of the building It is in fact an incendiary bomb. I am afraid and ask Françoise if I should not warn the firefighters. I'm afraid someone will die there. I hesitate and procrastinate because I realize that I could also be held criminally responsible. I don't dare use my cell phone because my number could be identified. I would like to do this anonymously or use someone else's phone. Eventually time passes, I ruminate and ruminate. The majority of the building's residents, mostly young, are downstairs in the refectory of this building, but you never know, someone could be stuck upstairs. I wouldn't want to have a dead person on my conscience.

Dream #6: Ears

I'm in the bathroom, taking care of my two little girls, aged two and one; I prepare them for the night. I see that the children's ears are dirty, I take a cotton swab and I want to clean them, I remove some kind of purulent plug and suddenly water comes out of the ears mixed with dirt, the water flows afloat and spread on the ground. I call my daughter, panicked. She comes but doesn't seem scared by the situation. I tell him that we need to show the children to a doctor. In reality, I have been suffering from recurrent otitis externa in my right ear for 3 years.