Luggage (French version)

Dream #1: Luggage

Dream: One party ago, my sister wants me to put some things that belong to her in my car. When I open the doors, I see that there are already a lot of things, so I move them around by pushing them left and right on the car seat to make space. My sister gets out of the car with a baby, I know it's my baby, but I don't feel any attachment to it, I didn't even remember it was in the car. I wonder how I could have forgotten him like that. I can see him quite well, he is very tall and big for a baby, I can't see his face because my sister is holding him, he is dressed in a baptismal gown and an old white cap. My sister tells me that he doesn't smell good and that his diaper is full.

She leaves with him to change him and I have to join her to help her when I finish loading the car. I tell myself that without the baby, I will have more space and I am happy about that. Strangely I am more interested in the luggage than in the baby, this luggage is very important in the dream. I finally manage to put everything in the car, then outside I see a small horse or a deer tied by a halter and my sister tells me that I must take this animal.

So now I'm discouraged because it means I have to take all the luggage out and put it back in while keeping a space for this animal. That's a lot of work. As I put things back in the car, I feel guilty because I don't feel like helping my sister change the diaper at all, because I know there is a really big "poop" to clean up. I'm afraid she'll judge me for taking so little interest in the baby. Then I tell myself that she won't be mad for long and I decide not to go. Then my thoughts change and I go back to packing, knowing that if I clean my car well, I'll be able to get the animal in.

Another scene, my father is with me, he hands me something with insistence. (I don't know what it is).

Dream #2: The Mirror

Share: I ask heaven to help me clean and transform my inner couple. Here are the two dreams I received.

Dream: I was with my husband and my son. They say to me, " Why do you have bloodstains on your shirt?"You could see tiny little spots of blood that had broken through my shirt. I had a surprised look on my face. My boy's friend was there too. I went into the bathroom to see what was causing the stains. I thought I could see in the mirror what was going on. But when I looked in the mirror, I saw my face change. My face was laughing very hard. I got very scared and woke up.

Share: In the real world - I was in my bed and I started to call out very loudly. And I was asking them upstairs to help me with this fear. My boy's friend is very nice, he is polite. He is a very good childhood friend of my son. He is in Tunisia now. My boy has a big heart just like my husband. But they don't do the teaching. My boy doesn't really believe in all this. But he respects my work and my choice.

Dream #3 : How beautiful it is!

Dream: I was in my bedroom looking out. The sky was beautiful! It was all starry. I saw a shooting star coming towards me. I saw that it was a flying saucer. I said to my husband: " Come and see what I've seen ". And when we both looked out the window, we saw an image in the starry sky, it was Pope John Paul II. He was there looking at us.

I said to my husband, " Look, see this? "He said, "Yes. Then the picture went away and there were two women in nuns' dresses, they were in blue and white. I said to my husband: " How beautiful!". The women were all smiling and saying hello to me with their hands. I knew my boy was in my room. I thought I would say to him, " Come and see ". But I didn't do it. Then my husband went to bed, but I kept looking at the sky because it was so beautiful. My husband didn't want to sleep, he also wanted to watch with me. He was removing the pottery pots that were blocking the window.

And then I saw a parachute coming to earth. I said to my boy: " Come and see ". He didn't really want to come, but he came to see. I was still looking at the sky and I saw shooting stars that made long lines of light in the sky. And I woke up, thinking that it was beautiful. I felt very good.

Dream #4: The actress

Dream: I was in my hometown with a deceased aunt. The denturist I usually see was doing eye exams. His office entrance was behind the garage. A famous actress was coming in for an exam, she said she needed a new frame for her glasses and tried on a dark one. She went to her car to get some hair ties.

I followed him, and outside there were several small children (daycare). Sitting at the wheel of her car, she tells us that she has just learned that she is from a small village near Quebec City, as well as her comedian boyfriend.

Since then they go there very often. For his ties, I tell him to look in the back trunk. I see 1 clip and 2 others. I tell her that I have seen the picture of her oldest daughter. (In reality, I read an article about her at the hairdresser's the days before) I tell her that I haven't seen the picture of her second daughter. In reality, she adopted 2 Asian babies.

She stands by the open car trunk and tells me it is for her protection. I understand because she is in high school and could be asked for money! She shows me her picture (which is in the trunk) which she cleans with a small brush. She tells me she found it in the dirt. I am amazed: it is a figure of an Asian girl, beautiful, carved on a piece of slate.

The features are finely chiseled, almond shaped eyes and a braid down the side. I say, "This is truly God's work...and you found her like this and it's really her!" I was supposed to go in with her to pick out her frame but I see it's 2:10. I have a 3 o'clock appointment.

Dream #5: The denunciation

Dream: I was with a group. I couldn't make out anyone in particular. We were in a public place, a hotel perhaps. There was a special session or meeting day. At the end of the day, we had to write to the person in charge of the place, if we had experienced something negative or a disturbance with one of the people in the group or something else. I mentioned the attitude of someone who seemed to be in a hurry while walking and who had jostled me in passing. I also had to name his name. Which I did. I didn't know him, neither in the dream nor in reality. It was a difficult name to pronounce. I don't remember how to spell it. NB. We had the list of participants.

Then we were given a document. They called me and before giving me the document of several pages, the person in charge told me that the name of the person who had pushed me was not on the list of people present. I know that his name was on the list. A person in the group defends me and says: " Yes, yes, his name is on the list! "The lady in charge then hands me the document of several pages, I do not know what it contains.

And to my surprise, attached to this document is a check for 69.00$. I thought that when you denounce someone, you have to pay 69.00$ and not the other way around.
At the same time, I ask myself if I have not made it up?
Had someone really pushed me around? Yes or no. I couldn't say for sure. The person in charge asked us to give her the phone number of the person we were reporting.
How to find his phone number? Maybe he had already left. I decided to call 69.00$ again, since I couldn't give out his phone number, but I wondered if someone had really pushed me around. Was I right to make the report? Why had I done it? I didn't understand my attitude.

Dream #6: My Uncle

Share: I would like to share with you a situation that I am experiencing right now. I have a friend who I have been seeing for about two years on a regular basis. I have spent a lot of time with him (his name is Serge). So we are very close, our relationship oscillates between love (platonic?) and friendship. This boy has a problem though, he is afraid or unable to touch me physically. We talked about having children in the past, but he doesn't do anything that could be considered as a physical connection with me. Weird! But the real problem is this: (I haven't told anyone about this until now).

Serge is 33 years old and I am 30. When he talks to me, he keeps repeating the same nonsense: "My uncle is going to kill you, yes I'm going to tear your head off! "My uncle is going to beat you, oh yes I'm going to beat you, can I?" When he talks about himself, he calls himself "Uncle". He can say that to me dozens and dozens of times a day! When he says this, he sounds like a little kid who is not at all mean, but still! He hasn't always said that since I've known him.

There's also the fact that he punches me because he's a boxer. (He's not a pro, he works for an electrical avionics company.) Of course, he doesn't hit me to hurt me, I feel like he's subconsciously trying to fight me in his "deepest self". But I feel so close to him and vice versa! How is that possible? Another thing about him: Serge is a maniac for "Merrel" sports shoes, especially "Merrel" brand. It's an obsession with him.

Again, he keeps telling me, "My uncle is going to throw your Merrel in the snow, my uncle is going to rip your Merrel off and cut it into pieces! I'm going to throw your Merrel in the snow!" He gave me Merrel's as a gift when we first met and he talks to me about MERREL's all the time.
Please give me your opinion so that I can have a better understanding of the situation.