Plastic in my mouth (French version)

Dream#1: Plastic in my mouth

Dream: I am on a rock. A group of walkers has just arrived. They say hello and kiss me. There is a piece of plastic (in the shape of a loop, stuck between their teeth, on the top right). I tell them that I stop kissing because this plastic is in the way. I have to remove it. One of them hands me a big scissors (much bigger than normal). It doesn't fit. One person hands me a smaller scissor than the first one but still too big (maybe the first person was a man and the other a woman??). Then, in a small room with my companion, in front of a window. Behind me, an opening on a bigger room (that I feel but don't see). The color of the small room is rather light blue (but not luminous, a little sad) and I say that it is good, I will manage alone to remove this plastic between the teeth. In the different scenes, my companion is the person who accompanies me in the real.

Share: This scene is the first one. I have doubts about the place of the other two (maybe the second one is in the place of the third one).

Then I arrive to serve in the restaurant. I find myself in the aisle, on either side of the tables. I try a crepe at a table at the end of this small alley. On the way back, I clear the tables on my left of an object that is not used (like a candle holder) and then I see some small flower pots that could put some color. A boy has his legs stretched out and hinders a little the passage. I don't say anything. The service is going well when I get to the kitchen, the corner to wash the dishes is cluttered. I am not sure where to put what I am holding. I point it out to my companion, who is the cook and who left this mess, and then I tell him that, that's okay, I'll manage. Then, I am on the rocks, at the edge of a basin, in the setting sun. I approach the water. The place is beautiful, with a nice luminosity. The water is crystal clear. I think it's a pity not to take advantage of this place by swimming, but I fear that the water is too cold. And then I am alone and that worries me too. While moving, I see near a basin, a little further, my companion (the person with whom I live in reality). We wave to each other. The place where he is is less beautiful than the one where I am (it is the reflection that I make myself). I can be, at times, distant and cold with my friend. Even though it is better today. This attitude is still part of me and disturbs me.