Une mer agitée (French version)

Dream #1: A rough sea

Dream: I see a small boat tossed by the waves on a rather agitated sea, a cold sea like the Arctic Ocean. There are 4 men inside, including a journalist. My field of vision is not very wide, I just see a scene quite close to me. I am not in the scene, but only an observer, the water level goes up and down, there is a big hole that appears and disappears according to the movement of the water, this hole is a big regular circle. The men in the boat are slightly anxious because the situation is quite dangerous but not scared. The journalist tells a story. As we pass over rocks at the water's edge, the boat changes and I see horses' hooves, very massive hooves with long hair covering the hooves. I don't see the whole animal, but only their legs. It seems to me that there are at least two of them and they seem very massive.

The boat was transformed into a machine drawn by these horses while passing on the rocks. (change of scene) I find myself in my house (different from the concrete one). I am on the floor with my aunt Marjorie. She seems to be in her thirties (my aunt died 4 1/2 years ago at the age of 64. She was sick all her life, she suffered a lot, she had a deforming rheumatoid arthritis. I was very close to her. I loved her very much. She was my mother's younger sister.)

I start to tell the story of the journalist to my aunt I want to tell her the anecdote. I mention the "duraphase" laboratory (cosmetology laboratory: study of everything related to cosmetic products, their activity and their use, as well as the basic products used in their preparation) and Mylène who works there. Then my aunt immediately cuts me off by criticizing this lab and Mylène. I don't appreciate her attitude because I really like Mylène, I think she is a beautiful person (and I have the image of her face in my head). But my aunt criticizes her and the lab too, so I really tell her what I think, that they are good people in this lab. My aunt doesn't like my position, but I remain firm. Then my oldest son Samuel arrives. We are still upstairs in my house. He is wearing a long grey down jacket that reaches halfway up his thigh (actually it's not his kind of clothes at all, he usually has a dark brown leather jacket). He is looking for a friend of his, this friend is a man, a wanted or already dead assassin. I know it now that Samuel is looking for him. And I know that this man slept in my house in a room right next door to where we are. Samuel: great financial difficulties, difficulties in managing his property and instability in his emotional life (separated from the mother of his son a few months after his birth, his son is 8 years old), he is nevertheless a very sensitive person under a thick shell.

Dream #2 : Stone stairs

Dream: I cheerfully climb the steps (3) that lead me home. When I reach the last step, I can't climb the stairs which are too high for me. The stairs are spacious and made of stone. Luminous dream. I go back down and sit in stone steps a little lower. It seems that this is a place I know that has been set up for the time of a show. A man sitting lower down with other people calls me "Jacynthe" (more certain of the first name). I answer him that he is mistaken that it is not me. He leaves incredulous. A young boy joins me. 12-13 years old, he is apparently mentally handicapped. I understand that he is coming from the house where I cannot reach. He asks me "where are the tables" and I answer him that they are still there but on the side to make room for the show. The people below exchange a few words with us. I hear myself answer them "it is not my husband. He is my brother.

Dream #3: Sleeping Snakes

Dream: I am walking on stones which form hills, there is only that around me. In front of me a man and a child are looking for something and I am watching them because I wonder what they can look for in all these stones. I do as they do, I start to look closer, and there I see the tail of a snake, I look around and there is only that, I start to scream, I lose my balance, the stones slip away under my feet the only person who panics is me. The snakes continue to sleep...