Dream #1: A little girl pulls my hair

Share: Hello Kaya , I have just watched the web seminar on the Interpretation of Dreams, Signs & Symbols from May 1, 2017, following a dream that I had and which really physically upset me, like a sort of discomfort upon waking accompanied by pain. So I tried to learn things to explore this dream and your video was rich in information, and also surprising. For information regarding the "dreamer", I would say that I have rather the life that I ask to lead on the whole, that it makes me more happy than unhappy, I have short-term projects, a rather pleasant just like the environment, a job in which I don't get bored; yet I have this irrepressible need to learn things as if I were trying to unravel a secret, which leads me to take time to think whenever possible and analyze what surrounds me, what is happening, what that I feel... To unlock my secret? And who knows, question everything, because this feeling of incompleteness perhaps means that I have an erroneous vision... I have a feeling of duality, which I cannot determine if it is natural or problematic. I think I understood that we can associate a positive state when we are in the present moment, but it is a lot of work and great effort to stay there permanently. Recently (2 years), I decided to try to meet my unconscious. For me, dreams are our unconscious expressing itself, our true “me” (is that right?). So I'm going to tell you this dream that I had today and you will answer me if you have the time and the desire :)

Dream: I dream of a naughty, annoying and really mean little girl who keeps pulling my hair. She really hurts me, I start pulling her hair back so hard that she finally stops and calms down. She annoys me, but I don't hate her either. The little girl came to spend the holidays with my maternal grandmother (whom I haven't spoken to for a long time), and she came without a suitcase, so without clothes, nothing. My grandmother complains that the little one has nothing, so I ask what clothes she is missing because I have the idea of ​​giving her some clothes of mine, but no one answers me. There are several other women in the room but none bother to answer and they continue talking. I observe them, I do not intend to insist. Then my eye is drawn to my big dog. He is lifting his paw in the middle of the room and starts urinating on the tiles while looking at me. I have no anger for what he just did, but I apologize to my grandmother. Yet she is the one who cleans. And then the dog starts urinating in the same way again. My reaction is the same, without anger, but this time I end up asking my grandmother: “Did you use bleach when cleaning?” She tells me yes, I then say that it's perfectly normal if he urinated, it's because of the bleach, because my dog ​​never does that indoors. This time I walk to the place and see a large red tissue that my dog ​​peed on. I pick it up and it's dripping. Further in my dream, a wire traces a tangled path between all my teeth and for some reason that I do not know, all of a sudden, it begins to untangle itself with difficulty but very quickly and then more and more quickly. The sensation is unpleasant, almost painful and the noise is infernal. In my dream, I see the scene from inside my mouth as if I am the teeth or the wire, or both. Further in my dream, a feeling of danger that I do not identify but I feel the desire to escape it. A man guides me, he seems to be on my side, I can't see his face. I arrive in front of a fence and without him saying anything, I see a puddle of thick, shiny, almost magical green liquid. She is very attractive and reassuring, but above all she visibly brings me a lot of joy because I tell her with a smile “Oh, you put the material right here”. Instinctively, I slide under the fence into the puddle, without stress and with ease, then I am on the other side. Before crossing the fence I saw a man walking behind the fence, dressed in black, gun in hand, barrel lowered, and that didn't worry me at all. The man is still there, I am now on the same side as him, he is close to me, does not speak, still does not worry me and exudes a quiet strength that is not at all aggressive despite the fact that he is armed.