Dream #1: A plane in 15 minutes

Dream: I was at the airport with my sister and we are going to Italy. I was getting on the plane and I realized I had forgotten my wallet and Dad looked at the time and it was 4:15 and the plane was leaving at 4:30. So he said, “We have time.” He went to get my wallet and then I stopped at a kiosk and bought a stick that made light. I returned to the plane; then I realized that I had forgotten another thing at the hotel. I got back on the plane and during the time Dad went to get my wallet, the plane was circling the building. I woke up before the plane left. I conclude that, one day, I will have the idea of ​​leaving home, and I won't be ready enough.

Dream #2: The new creativity

Dream: I am in a large room like a large attic or barn (of an old house). The floor is a floor (therefore made of wood). I don't see any windows. It's not daylight that penetrates. The room is lit with artificial light. The place is clean and clear, I don't see any objects lying around. There is no furniture per se, but I seem to have seen wooden objects such as easels. The atmosphere is calm and serene. There are people, but I don't really see them. They work and look good in their place. I have the impression that these are activities relating to creation. Besides, I find myself in front of a person who is a seamstress. I'm a little surprised by her skills, I don't know her in reality, nor in my dream), as if she shouldn't have had any. We are looking at each other. She is blonde (fine, straight hair; small, low ponytail). I think she has blue eyes. About 50 years old. And I say to myself that it's great, she has a job that she seems to master well. She is pinning on a wooden board a pair of pants (like a prototype, a model) that she made. She shows it to a woman (who seems to be there to approve, to verify). The little pants are sky blue. This seamstress also wears a sky blue dress. It is a long, simple, but unusual dress, with a light fabric bordered with silver edging (a bit like the fairy or princess outfit dresses that we give to little girls). She is made up, with a little blue powder on her cheeks. In the next scene, I am on a street in the village of my childhood, with my older brother. he wears a fine leather jacket. Rather clear. We walk holding each other by the waist, on the left, there is the church (I know, but I don't remember if it is visible). I ask him how he's doing (with suspicion: he's the soupy type, nervous and stubborn). He seems dejected, his head slightly tilted towards the ground (in reality, he is struggling at his job. Stress, a lot of hours and little income. He is a wine sales representative). I suggest we sit down and direct him towards the stairs of the public toilets. We sit on the first steps (descending stairs). Him, facing me, crouching. There are trash cans everywhere and I think the location might be bad. And then, I also tell myself that toilets represent purification and that trash cans must be a sign of cleaning. I grab him by the upper back to put his head against me and I tell him: “you can cry, let yourself go, it will do you good”. I console him by running my hands through his (black) hair. I don't know if he's crying. But I have tears in my eyes.

Sharing: the day before this dream, I was wondering about the choice of a professional activity that I am in the process of setting up, following massage training. I wondered if I had the skills to receive the person who was coming to a session the next day. The invoked Angel is Haziel ...