The presidential plane (French version)

Dream #1: The presidential plane

Dream: I am flying a white plane (like a Cessna) over Washington. I see the presidential plane flying in the same direction but lower. It is a very futuristic plane and I see that it can go at very high speed because of its aerodynamic shape.

I get a little closer and suddenly he gains altitude very quickly and passes by me. I tell myself that it is because I am not allowed to be that close. I'm flying low over a military airport, I see that there is a cargo plane about to take off. I tell myself that I am too low, I am going to land but I don't know where. I walk on a road, I don't remember how I got to Washington, I don't remember where my car is. I am near a group, but the pedestrian crossing is blocked, I turn back.

I see a group of people waiting to cross the road. I don't trust them too much, I have my brown and beige backpack and I wonder if my wallet is in my bag. While waiting to cross, a man pretends to give me a peck on the neck on the left side, I want to hit him, but I know the others will come after me so I do nothing.

We cross over and I find myself on a kind of raised cement bridge and I see a building further down that says "Parliament" (looks like the Ottawa parliament). I see the white structure up high, like in Washington, and I see some rides in the distance. I have a good view of the whole city. I wonder where my car is and how I got here, I remember the plane but I forgot everything before. I think I should call someone to help me. A man shorter than me is walking beside me and he asks me if I'm going to a place (I don't remember which place he mentioned), I tell him no.

Dream #2: Two black bears

Dream: I am on the street with other children, my father is present on the sidewalk. I am of adult size as at present. I observe in a warehouse two black bears that are in an enclosure. The enclosure is made of temporary wire mesh, like on construction sites.

Then I get the feeling that a bear is going to escape. I take flight. My direction is an apartment that could well be my grandparents', on my mother's side (an apartment I haven't seen for years, my grandparents are both dead). I cross a park by a path that goes up between the trees. But it's not the right way, so I turn around to go back down. A bear escapes over the fence and goes after me. I went down to the road, I run on the sidewalk, along the cars, always in direction of the apartment. It is impossible for me to escape.

The bear catches up with me. Now I am facing him. Erect in front of me, he gives me huge paw blows to the face. I am motionless. I feel my vitality diminish with each blow. I see my bloody, skinned face. I feel that the ninth bear has escaped. Long before the second bear arrives, the first bear strikes a final fatal blow, I die.