The reception of migrants (French version)

Dream #1 : Welcoming migrants

Dream : When I wake up, I remember that I was living in a big house with a long table. A large number of migrants whom I had taken in were sitting at the table. I was serving them dinner. I had also given them dinner before. Then I went for a walk outside. It was a bit dark. It would soon be dark. Several migrants were getting ready to spend the night under the stars. It was a bit chilly. I saw, among others, a mother sitting on a bench with her two boys wearing a simple little vest. Brr... brr.... I said to the people outside: "You are welcome to come inside the house; even if you are lying on the floor, at least you will be warm!

Question: what does this dream mean? I was taking care of my inner migrants?

Dream #2: The restaurant and the stars

Sharing: Here is a dream that I had a few days ago and that I would like to submit to your enlightenment, because it is one of those dreams that are like inscribed in me, the awareness of having lived it, as inscribed in my cells. My husband and I run a country inn (where Kasara came for a conference), my husband is a cook and I am a waiter.

Dream : I am in a rather narrow restaurant room, all in wood with a staircase on the left that goes up. The room is full of diners, small tables of two or four people. The stage opens onto a sunny interior garden. There are so many people that a table overflows on the garden. I tell myself that I'll go and see on the panoramic terrace (exists in our hostel) because people will be better, more room and space.

I go out in the garden by a wooden staircase which goes down. It's night, I look up and just under the big clouds, I see stars twinkling. I realize that they are not stars, but fighter planes that surround a space station that is returning to earth, wow, I have to go get my husband to see that!

I tell myself that by the time I call them they will be gone. I follow them with my eyes, I turn around and there, in front of me, I see the moon, which is so close that it fills the sky. A soft light coming from the right illuminates it, and I can see the craters. It is slowly rising in the sky to the right. And here I am thankful that I could see this.

I find myself in the restaurant, the waitress tells me that people are leaving because the service is too long, but that I don't worry, they will come back to eat frog legs. I go to check if the elevator linking the kitchen and the dining room works, it does. I go up to the kitchen by the stairs. It's a large room with a very large table in the middle, filled with dishes, vegetables and cooking utensils. My husband is working at this table, I walk behind him and stand in front of his assistant saying that people are leaving. He tells me not to say that... I ask him why... He replies, "because it puts stress here!".