Dream #1 : The theater of life

Dream: I am in a room accompanied by several people - men and women - who seem to wear masks and costumes... But one could also say that they help to highlight and show these people in their best light...

All these people seem to be in a play, but at the same time they bring out the best in each other. It is a profound and human experience where masks are part of a new way of living. Where qualities and virtues are completely pre-dominant and the connection between people is amplified.

I look at all these people with a great feeling of love and tell them that I will never look at them the same way again. Frederick is there (he represents a friend with a very developed intelligence) and I very happily share my feelings with him. However, I am not sure that he has perceived the same as I have.

We all have to leave feeling that we know all these people but, more importantly, on another level of love. A truly profound transformation took place during this meeting. It was as if the masks and costumes made the people more authentic...

Sometimes I couldn't tell the difference between the mask and their skin. The last person I say goodbye to is a woman; we seem to be on more intimate terms. I walk up to her and whisper in her ear, "thank you for everything." One last look of affinity and everyone is gone.

Share: After this dream, I felt very good... Despite the mask symbol, I felt that the possibility of accepting myself and all facets of my personality was now open to me. As well as the ability to better understand the transformation of negativity into positivity... Despite the distortions and buried fears hidden under my conscious and unconscious masks.

 

Dream #2: Running with horses

Dream: I see many white, black and brown horses galloping. I run beside them very easily and quickly.

A dream within a dream: I see the scene of the first dream again, and then after a while I see myself in the same place, and in the dream I think I have seen this dream before, and it is the same thing again. But this time, when I see the horses galloping, I am a little afraid to run beside them.

A horse next to me whinnies and lifts its legs and I am afraid of being hurt. I tell myself that earlier I simply walked in without any fear. And now I feel different.