A little girl pulls my hair

Dream #1: A little girl pulls my hair

Share: Hi Kaya, I just watched the webinar on Dream Interpretation, Signs & Symbols on May 1, 2017, following a dream I had that really physically messed me up, like some kind of discomfort upon waking up accompanied by pain.
So I've been looking for things to learn to explore this dream and your video has been rich in information, and also surprising. For information regarding the "dreamer", I would say that I have rather the life I ask to lead overall, that it makes me happier than unhappy, I have short term projects, a rather pleasant entourage as well as the environment, a job in which I am not bored; Yet I have this irrepressible need to learn things as if I were trying to pierce a secret, which leads me to take time to reflect as soon as I can and analyze what surrounds me, what happens, what I feel... To find out my secret? And who knows, to question everything, because this feeling of non-completeness may mean that I have a wrong vision... I have a feeling of duality, which I can't determine if it is natural or problematic.
Je crois avoir compris que l’on peut associer un état positif lorsque l’on est dans l’instant présent, hors c’est tout un travail et de gros efforts pour y rester en permanence. Récemment (2 ans), je me suis mise en tête d’essayer de rencontrer mon inconscient. Pour moi les rêves sont notre inconscient qui s’exprime, notre vrai “moi” (c’est bien cela ?). Alors je vais vous raconter ce rêve que j’ai fait aujourd’hui et vous me répondrez si vous en avez le temps et l’envie 🙂

Dream: I dream of a little girl who is not wise, annoying and really mean, 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 pisses me off, but I don't hate her either.

The little girl came to spend the vacations at my maternal grandmother's (to whom I don't speak for a long time), and she came without a suitcase, so without clothes, nothing. My grandmother complains that the little girl has nothing, so I ask what clothes she is missing because I have the idea to give her some of my own clothes, but nobody answers me. There are several other women in the room but none of them deign to answer and they continue to talk. I observe them, I do not intend to insist.

Then my eye is drawn to my big dog. He is pawing in the middle of the room and starts urinating on the tile floor while looking at me. I have no anger for what he just did, but I apologize to my grandmother. She is the one who cleans up.

And then the dog starts urinating the same way again. My reaction is the same, no anger, but this time I end up asking my grandmother, "Did you use bleach to do your cleaning?" She says yes, I then retort that it's perfectly normal if he urinated, it's because of the bleach, because my dog never does that inside. This time, I go to the place and I see a big red handkerchief on which my dog has peed. I pick it up and it drips.

Further in my dream, a wire traces a tangled path between all my teeth and for a reason I don't know, all of a sudden, it starts 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 into my dream, a sense of danger that I don't identify but I feel the will to escape it.

A man guides me, he seems to be on my side, I don't see his face. I arrive in front of a fence and without him saying anything, I see a puddle of thick green liquid, shiny, almost magical. It is very attractive and reassuring, but above all it gives me a lot of joy visibly because I say to him smiling "Oh, you put the matter right here".

Instinctively, I slipped through the bottom of the fence into the puddle, stress-free and with ease, and here I was on the other side. Before crossing the fence I saw a man walking behind the fence, dressed in black, gun in hand, barrel down, and it 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 gives off a quiet strength not at all aggressive despite the fact that he is armed.