The Indian Chief (French version)

The Indian chief leaves and returns. He carries an axe in his hand but does not use it. He looks bad. There are several of us working in one room of the house, several people I don't recognize in this life.

When he comes, he puts a person on the corner of the wall. Some of them take the train through the big window of the room. I am barefoot and my clothes are white and pale blue. The top is loose, probably even medieval style. I find a square of mirror on the ground floor or in the basement, I only see myself walking up the last 3 steps with the piece of mirror in my hand. I want to be able to > with the boss. My older sister (in this life) breaks off a corner of the piece of mirror and tells me it won't work, because that's the kind of mirror she puts in her cookies. She takes the mirror, Pai empty-handed. I see the shadow of the Indian chief, I don't have time to go to the lighted room. I have to step back. We are face to face and I am afraid. I feel his breath. He is very imposing.

I wake up from my dream, but I know I am not awake. However, everything is not like in a dream anymore. The Indian chief is there, in my room. He is holding me down on my bed. You try to get me up, he pushes me away. I hear one of my children in the house. I wonder how come he's back already. I hear the door, footsteps and movement in the kitchen. He helps himself to a drink. I would like to call him, but I can't.

He goes up to Petage, making the Indian chief run away and leaving me alone with him. He kisses me gently on the lips because he thinks I am sleeping. I can smell him too. I want to take him in my arms but my body does not respond. I try to talk to him but I can't. I1 go back to his business. The weight in the room dissipates and I wake up to see >> but it takes me at least twenty minutes to reintegrate my body properly. I have been traveling in time for a long time and people and entities from other dimensions have been giving me information. In a meditation at the beginning of the day my guides told me that they would help me to help others. I chose in my teenage years to block information that affected others, at the request of a friend. With a few rare exceptions, I have accepted to receive information, but I realize that I am being asked more and more to act as a channel, here and elsewhere, and it scares me.

I think that the Indian chief is perhaps linked to one of my blocks. About three weeks ago, I felt like painting spontaneously and it was also the image of an Indian chief that came to mind.

Dream #2: Trapped