My invention (French version)

Dream #1: My invention

Dream: I am in my studio working on an invention. The dream does not say what kind of invention. I look up and see a war machine through the window. I see myself inside this machine with other people. I don't see them, but I know they are there. I see in the distance (and it looks small), an atomic bomb exploding. I am immediately stopped by the military. They make me and the other occupants get out of the machine. I don't know them in the dream, nor in reality.

The military destroyed the war machine and my invention inside, as if they wanted to make it disappear forever. They shoot it with machine guns and make it (the device and the invention) disappear into the ravine. Sharing: For a long time, in reality, I have wanted to work on an invention. It is always in my mind. I want to invent a magnetic device that would work without any gasoline or other electrical power, except by magnetism. I have the magnets, but I lack some data.

Dream #2: At school

Dream: I see myself picking up my daughter at the end of school, in the afternoon, at snack time (as I do in reality). Only the school is mine, not hers, the one where I went from CP to CM2 in France. My daughter is in first grade in this dream as she is now (in first grade in Canada, we just migrated). I go to look for her on the side of the entrance where there is or was the CP classes and the director's office. The teacher who is Arianne (in reality, she was my daughter's teacher in her last year of kindergarten) calls me to talk about my daughter's homework. She told me that my daughter had not done any of her homework, I confirmed and told her that it was too difficult for her to do this kind of homework, I could do it for her. It was about answering or talking about sadness, despair (which speaks to me).

Then she shows me an assignment to do. It is a sheet of paper with several small compartmentalized drawings. Each one shows a person eating a different fruit to recognize. The first drawing shows a person drinking a juice box. Under the person a carton is drawn and to the left of it, the fruit is drawn, we see a pomegranate. In the second drawing a person is eating the seeds of a pomegranate....

In another related dream: I see that I wrote one or this paper on sadness. In it, I tell that a young woman was at the terrace of a cafe drinking a coffee or other hot drink and that an unknown young man came and sat down and clowned around to make her smile. Since then, she comes back every day at the same time to this café hoping that this young man will come back to make her smile and make her forget for a moment her sorrows. She finally smiled and there she did not feel any pain at that moment, her heart was light while she suffered so much and was so sad.

Dream #3: Two young boys attacked

Dream: I am in a supermarket. I suddenly hear a noise and rush in. I find my son Pascal (who is 11 years old in reality) and another young boy lying on a bench, obviously unconscious. I see that they have been hit and left unconscious. I understand that they have been attacked.

Later, I tell the mother of the other boy who was attacked about what I heard and saw and she tells me that she is going to file a complaint, even if it bothers her because she knows the family of the young people who committed these acts. Another scene: I am at a woman's house who is having a party in a difficult suburb, like a ghetto. Outside, there are arguments. She is then forced to lock the door of her house.

Suddenly, there is shooting through the windows. My two boys are hit and die in front of me. I woke up rather badly with this dream during which my son Pascal had terrible coughing fits which prevented us from sleeping almost all night. I had, for my part, at the same time hemorrhagic periods. And it was during this difficult night that I had this nightmare which, I must admit, deeply disturbed me... and almost discouraged me by its violence/blackness.