Fire and light (French version)

Dream #1: Fire and Light

Dream: When I woke up, I knew I had really dreamed a lot but I only remember parts of it. I am on a road that becomes a path of pavement and dirt surrounded by fields. I am not on the usual road, I am on the other side of the river (the Sambre?), I know that this is the home of the city where I was born. An industrial town that is on the other side of the river (it doesn't really look like a known place.) I am in a car with someone I don't see, it's more a presence I know well. There was a fire further ahead of us on the left side of the road, there is talk of firefighters etc. but when we get there, it is just a fire from something that needed to be cleaned up. It's a very bright and localized fire. There are no firemen, police or anything else. We are now with our horses (the real ones) and we have no halter. They give me a ribbon to make a halter, but it is too short. Moreover, I don't find it necessary because we are already on the horses and they move without any problem exactly where we want to go. At one point there are barbed wire fences that we have to pass and the horses jump without difficulty. I don't know if we are on or next to the horses, but without touching the ground. It is as if at the same time I see the horse as if I were next to it, but I feel it as if I were on it. I see and feel my husband's horse starting to jump far ahead of the obstacle, I think he's going to fall back into the wires, but no, he goes over really easily. Then there is a piece of the dream that I don't remember. I am now in a home for the elderly where we have just arrived, another woman and I are getting new rooms (the whole home is new). I am with the other woman in her room and she wants a coffee, I go to my room to see if there is any, but I tell her that since I don't like coffee, I don't have any, but I might have some Nescafé. There is none and when I tell her, she answers that she wouldn't have drunk it anyway because she doesn't like it. She has a bright pink blouse. Then I go back to my room which is just on the other side of the wall of this woman's room, there is a very big light. I don't feel like it's really a room, I don't see a wall, just very bright light.

Dream #2: Attack at the gas station

Dream: I arrive near a garage with a gas station. Old tires, garbage cans, various items: pieces of wood and soil, and other discarded objects litter the ground. I approach this place by curiosity. Suddenly a rabid dog, a black German shepherd style, appeared to attack me. A pile of coiled chain about 2 ½/feet high lies nearby. I grab them and throw them at the dog. At the same time, a person comes out of the garage (my brother in real life), he is heading towards me. He is dressed in a shirt that goes from dark blue to dark green and continuously picks up objects on the ground and throws them at me as if to kill me. He is like a zombie. He is not himself at all; he looks drugged. As he continues to move towards me, I grab a nail puller and hold up the end that has a handle so as not to hurt him and keep him at a distance. A paring knife appears at the end of this nail puller. He is now very close to me and I feel the knife enter his flesh at the level of the heart. I cry out, "Oh, no! No!" His shirt continues to go from dark blue to dark green. I see that his death has come.

Sharing: In reality, my brother has always tried to help me in any way he could, although he was sometimes authoritarian with me. I get along with him very well.

Dream #3: My ex-husband and children

Dream: In the basement of our house, Gaetan, my ex-husband and I are discussing the children. If they wish, we decide that the children could refinish their furniture before leaving home and that Gaétan will help them... because they are old enough to move into an apartment. The children could prepare the furniture (strip it for example) and Gaétan would help them with the finishing. It's perfect! I hear someone coming into the house upstairs and I go to see. In the living room, Benoit is crying (he is my son and in the dream he is about 7 years old, in the real world he is 27). He says that he has no more money in his wallet and that it is not him who spent his 20$. Vincent is also in the living room, sitting in the armchair (he is my son and in the dream he is about 9 years old, in reality he is 29). I see his face and immediately I understand that it is him who took the money. Benoit shows me the amatai fewille. IB69418590D which indicates the expenses. I look at the sheet and say that if I understand correctly, Fargent has spent little by little... small amounts at a time. Discreetly, Vincent nods his head. I wonder how to react. By accusing Vincent right away, or by talking to him alone later? I could talk to Benoit alone, until the dust settles... I don't know yet.

Demonic Possession

Sharing: I learned about Traditional Angelology through reading many years ago and have invoked a lot. Since then, I have experienced the possession of a demon. In 4-5 years, he succeeded in possessing me and making me do whatever he wanted. This possession was possible because of lack of discernment, ignorance and the tendency to compulsive obsession. Before this mishap, my goal was to purify myself and face the dark sides of my soul. After this experience, I stopped believing in Angelology and I was living in terror because of this demon. He is still there, except that since a few months, I understood that he manifests himself according to my fears... He tries to scare me and he continues if I persist in being afraid. Since a few months, I understood that he was the object of my biggest fears, my phobias, etc. Today, he is still there but I don't fear him anymore... much less anyway. More... In fact, I stopped being afraid of myself too; of my tendency to psychosis, misinterpretations coming from ignorance and from the fact that I listened to this demon for so long. After a major depression, I feel even stronger and I realize that some of my former weaknesses are no longer there. I went through a big trauma that finally made me stronger. It is after almost 3 years of recovery from my confusion and the awareness of this possession that I realized it. I am interested in my dreams again and try to get a good grip on them. I have dreams too, which give me the impression to understand better the emotions of the people around me. I need to understand dreams better. What do you suggest I read to better guide me in my interpretations? Also, do you know of other stories similar to mine? What do you think of what I have just told you about demonic possession?

The too small t-shirt

Dream: My husband and I are in the city with our own car (these are our real cars, in the right color, mine is white and his is lavender blue). We park in the same street, but not in the same place. I parked my car in front of a garage and my husband a little further.

Suite: We find ourselves in a clothing store and I ask the saleswoman if she has T-shirts. She proposes me one, but the size is too small, I try it anyway but the collar is too small my head does not fit! We return in the street to recover our cars and I notice that there is not more front seat nor of back seat. I understand that it is the mechanic who removed them and I call my husband so that he helps me... The mechanic looks at me and says to me "ouf, it was very hot in your car..." And I wake up....