Confusion at the airport

Dream #1: Confusion at the Airport

Dream: I'm going on a trip with my cousin, but she's not a cousin I know in real life. We are at the airport, she has to buy her ticket. When I look, I see that we don't have the same route back. She can't change anything. I say to myself: "It's okay, it will be like that".

I'm going back to the United States. We pass the security gate, there are a lot of people and there they already call our flight; I go to the boarding gate.

Dream #2 : The journey and the soldiers

Sharing : I woke up with my heart racing... Then, I often had a tight, restricted, non-flowing heart... I thought I was more in emotional abundance than others, but in reality I have big blocks sometimes.

Dream: I had made a trip to very remote areas, which had led to the discovery of 2 even more remote places/countries. They were valleys surrounded by mountains (yellow, ochre tones). My father used to tell me what he had discovered in these regions that were only accessible by helicopter.

I was then with a young Asian pilot in a (private) jet and we were flying over the country located just before the 2 discovered regions. I saw a circular stadium that had been built with trees/thrones by a Chinese spiritual grouping with an altruistic objective and great financial means.

The stadium was filled with water, like a round artificial lake inside. A woman said it was beautiful and that this tourist monument would serve to put them on the map. The jet went closer by passing under a bridge under construction with trees/trunks.

I found myself on the bridge. I was walking as a journalist/observer among a group of former Mongolian/Chinese soldiers. I observed the back of their heads; they had shaved hair, poor hygiene and Chinese hats. The bridge led to an orange canyon on a high plateau. Near the canyon (with obvious risk of ambush), I realized how dangerous and intense a soldier's life was in those days.

At the same time, an instinctive warrior side came up in me, which liked this adrenaline and life focused on the 1st chakras and the intensity of the animal in combat situation. We arrived at a village of about 30-40 identical huts with a hard dome roof (copper), placed in a very symmetrical way. I stayed back and the platoon advanced through the village. I thought there would be a battle, but in the end the huts were empty. They were stealing objects.

A very strange ritual was then performed; with their swords, the warriors inflicted extremely serious wounds on themselves. Each warrior would stab himself in the chest or in the stomach, sometimes even twice. I thought that they were so used to violence that they turned it against themselves. I don't think they were dying. The warriors would notice my panic and start running towards me so that I would do what they did, or to kill me.