À bout de souffle ! (French version)

Dream #1: Breathless!

Dream: 1st scene: In reality, I am a general practitioner. I am in my doctor's office (which is not really mine), with my wife and another person. I am very anxious because I have just spent a lot of time talking to this person and I feel guilty because many patients are waiting in the waiting room. My wife is trying to reassure me.

Scene 2: I have to go to my doctor's office, I am on foot (the city is next door) and I find myself in a street that is in bad condition and that goes downhill in a very steep way, I am very careful when walking. Then a part of the street is completely flooded under a bridge, it is difficult.

I walk along the edge of a coping (stone or stone bed that forms the rim of a well, fountain, pond) all the way and cross to the other side of the bridge. I am happy to have arrived there but I hurry because I am late. I carry in my arms some clothes that I drop in my haste.

Some very nice children are there and they are also carrying clothes, they want to pick them up thinking they are theirs, but I explain to them that they are mine. (The next day was particularly trying).

Dream #2: The twins

Dream: I gave birth to twins. I love them very much. I lay them on a blanket on the floor. I hold the more awake of the two in my arms. I go outside to walk with her.

I see on my left an old man with a very gray complexion (sick). He has a hairless skull with an X marked on it, (it's like a mark for a surgical operation). I say to myself "He's going to be really ugly!" and oops! I hear myself, I rectify immediately and I apologize to his soul.

I return to the place where the blanket and the twins were at the beginning of the dream. There, I realize that I had left my other baby alone on the blanket all wrapped up. I hurriedly check to see if everything is OK. It is OK.

At that moment, my sister is present. She kneels down to look at a large tray of objects. I ask her to be careful not to let anything fall on the child. My sister is a strong-willed, rather down-to-earth person with a bit of emotional dependence

Dream #3: What is wrong?

Share: This is not a dream that I would like to analyze, it is a real fact... Everything is concrete... As of March 8, I am 6 weeks pregnant, I knew it two weeks ago, the day I started to meditate with the Angel Mihael!

One evening I asked the Angel Mihael to show me which were my memories to be cleaned in relation to the child... Concrete situation: I decide to phone my family to tell them the good news. I call my aunt, I get the answering machine, I don't leave a message. I call a friend, I get the answering machine, I don't leave a message.

Then I call my mother's husband (she passed away), he picks up the phone and for 1h30 he talks to me about himself, he always repeats the same thing, the same words. He explains to me that he met someone in love but that this woman asked him to give her time, that it goes too fast...

Anyway, he doesn't ask me how I am, but I tell him the good news.
He asks me how my husband is doing, I tell him that he's fine, that he's just going to spend three days in the hospital to have a kidney biopsy, because a month ago he had a little fainting spell.

My husband hears me talking about this... once I got off the phone, I was in the kitchen, he comes up to me and says, " You don't have to tell everyone about my private life! I'm old enough to do it if I want to!. "

Phew... I didn't take his reflection very well, I took it in my face, it was violent! I try to explain to him that when we love someone we talk about him to his relatives... naturally... that he already doesn't want us to wish him his birthday, etc...

In short, I get angry because I tell him that it's over, I will never talk about him again, but we have no future together... we don't understand each other, I don't talk to him anymore during the weekend! On Sunday morning, when I wake up, he tells me that he thought about it and that I was right...

Oh dear! I'm suspicious because it's not at all like him to tell others that they are right! So I remain closed to his speech. On the other hand, I have only one idea in mind, it is to put an end to my life!

On Sunday afternoon he tries to talk to me again... I don't want to hear anything! I take my car and I go to the edge of a small canal, I am completely lost, I do not know what to think, what to do...