A plane in 15 minutes (French version)

Dream #1: A plane in 15 minutes

Dream : I was at the airport with my sister and we are going to Italy. I was boarding the plane and I realized that I had forgotten my wallet and dad looked at the time and it was 4:15 and the plane was leaving at 4:30. So he said, "we have time". He went to get my wallet and then I stopped at a kiosk and then I bought a stick that made light. I came back to the plane; then I realized that I had forgotten something else at the hotel. I got back on the plane and while Dad went to get my wallet, the plane was circling the building. I woke up before the plane left. I concluded that one day I would get the idea to leave home, and I wouldn't be ready enough.

Dream #2: The new creativity

Dream : I am in a big room like a big attic or barn (of an old house). The floor is a wooden floor. I do not see any windows. It is not daylight that penetrates. The room is lit with artificial light. The place is clean and clear, I do not see any objects lying around. There is no furniture as such, but I seem to have seen wooden objects such as easels. The atmosphere is calm and serene. There are people, but I don't really see them. They are working and seem to be in their place.

I have the impression that these are creative activities. Moreover, I find myself in front of a person who is a seamstress. I am a little surprised by her skills (I don't know her in real life, nor in my dream), as if she must not have any. We look at each other. She is blond (fine and straight hair; small low ponytail).

I think she has blue eyes. About 50 years old. And I say to myself that it is nice, she has a job that she seems to master well. She is pinning on a wooden board a small pants (kind of prototype, model) that she made. She shows it to a woman (who seems to be there to approve, to check). The small pants are blue sky. This seamstress also wears a sky blue dress. It is a long dress, simple, but unusual, with a light fabric bordered with silver edging (a bit like the dresses of fairy or princess panoplies, that we give to little girls). She is made up, with also a little blue powder on her cheeks.

In the next scene, I am in a street of my childhood village, with my older brother. He is wearing a thin leather jacket. Rather clear. We are walking holding each other by the waist, on the left there is the church (I know it, but I don't remember if it is visible). I ask him how he is doing (with suspicion: he is a nervous, stubborn type). He seems to be down, his head slightly bent down (in reality, he's struggling with his job. Stress, long hours and little money. He is a wine representative). I offer him a seat and direct him to the stairs of the public restroom. We sit down on the first steps (descending stairs). He, facing me, squats down. There are garbage cans everywhere and I think that the place is perhaps badly chosen. And then, I also think that the toilets represent purification and that the garbage cans must be a sign of cleaning. I grab him by the upper back to put his head against me and I tell him: "you can cry, let yourself go, it will do you good". I console him by running my hands through his (black) hair. I don't know if he is crying. But I have tears in my eyes.

Sharing: the day before this dream, I was wondering about the choice of a professional activity that I am setting up, following a massage training. I was wondering if I had the skills to receive the person who was to come the next day for a session. The Angel invoked is Haziel...