Dream #1: the president's plane

Dream: I fly a white plane (like a cessna) over Washington. I see the presidential plane flying in the same direction but lower. It is a very futuristic plane and I see that it can fly at very high speed thanks to its aerodynamic shape.

I get a little closer and suddenly it flies higher, passing very close to me; I say to myself that it is because I am not allowed to be so close; a low-level flight over a military airport. I see a cargo plane getting ready to take off. I tell myself that I am too low, I want to land but I don't know where.

I walk along a road, I don't remember how I got to Washington, I don't remember where my car is. I am near a big bridge. But the crosswalk is blocked, I turn back. I see a group of people waiting to cross the road. I don't really trust them. I have my brown and beige bag and I wonder if my wallet is inside. They are waiting to cross. A man pretends to kiss me on the left side of my neck. I want to punch him but I know the others will turn on me. So I do nothing.

We cross the road and I find myself on a sort of elevated bridge, made of cement, and I see a building further down, with the word parliament written on it (it looks like the parliament of Ottawa). I see the white structure up high like in Washington and I see carousels in the distance.

I have a good overview of the city. I wonder where my car is and how I got here, I remember the plane but I forgot everything that happened before. I think I should call someone for help. A man shorter than me walks next to me and asks me if I'm going somewhere (I don't remember the place he mentioned), I tell him no, I'm not going there.

Dream #2: Forgetting the seat belt

Dream: I am driving my car, but I am sitting in the right seat. I am stopped by a police officer because I forgot to put on my seatbelt.

I'm a little afraid he'll ask me why I'm driving on the right. I figure if I say it's to see better, he won't believe me. But he doesn't ask me and we talk; he tells me that my husband couldn't drive there because he is too tall. I tell him that he usually drives his white van, hoping that the fine for not wearing my seatbelt will not be too high.

I don't know how I managed to drive on the right side when the steering wheel was on the left side.

Dream #3: Inspector Lumpi

A practical work of training:  I have chosen to talk about the dog my mother had for many years because the life of this dog reveals many aspects of my mother's life program related to her physical angel Elemiah (4) and her emotional angel. Pahaliah (20 years old).

After having several cats run over by a car or simply disappear, she decided not to have a pet cat anymore; she didn't want to suffer the sadness of finding them dead on the road or worry about what might have happened to them when they didn't come back. So she decided to get a dog, and one day she returned from a trip to Romania (her home country) with a young puppy, the runt of the litter. He was fragile and had a problem with his pelvis, which caused his back legs to dislocate, so he couldn't walk and it was also very painful. The fact that my mother chose this particular animal shows that she needed to take care of certain aspects of her male polarity related to the characteristics of a dog, parts of her that were fragile, disabled, limited and also prevented her from enjoying her femininity, keeping her continually in survival mode.

She brought this puppy to Germany (her home country since she left Romania) illegally, hiding him in the car (I don't know how). She named him lumpi, short for lump (which means scoundrel, scoundrel in German), but also related to lumpen (rags and tatters), which further shows the kind of memories, attitudes and behaviors that were involved. Thanks to my mother's wonderful care, the young puppy grew up strong and well, and lived a long and beautiful dog life. He also became her sprechhund, especially from the time she lived alone sprechhund (sprechen = to speak; hund = dog) is a German word used throughout the world to refer to a dog, or any other animal, that you talk to and confide in when you have no one else to talk to - like the English when they describe a dog as man's best friend.

Personnellement, je ne suis pas du tout attirée par les petits chiens. J’ai souvent l’impression qu’ils sont comme des jouets vivants utilisés pour compenser toutes sortes de manques chez leurs maîtres et aussi pour nourrir diverses distorsions. Cependant, lorsque j’ai commencé à m’intéresser à la médecine amérindienne ou des premières nations et aux totems animaux, végétaux et minéraux. J’ai changé ma vision de Lumpi et lui ai accordé beaucoup plus d’attention avec un état d’esprit très différent. J’ai alors découvert à quel point il était étonnamment intelligent ; il comprenait tout ce que nous disions et nous répondait avec ses yeux. La façon dont il nous regardait, ainsi que par ses mouvements et les sons qu’il émettait. Parfois, quand je le voyais nous regarder si intensément, je n’aurais pas été du tout surpris de l’entendre parler en langage humain :)

Later, after working for a while with angelic teaching and symbolic language, I mentioned to my mother that it was not right to call the dog lumpi, and I explained why. We then thought of a solution to rename him without confusing him with a totally different name. As my mother loves to watch German series. Since my mother loves to watch German, British and Scandinavian detective shows featuring various detectives, and since the dog usually had the attitude of a protection, guard or surveillance dog, and given his well-developed instinctive intelligence. We decided to call him Detective Lumpi. It was simply amazing to see the dog's reaction when we called him Lumpi Inspector for the first time. He was clearly happy with his new rank. Which was also a good reflection of all the inner transformation work my mother had done through her devotion to this creature of the animal kingdom.