Pursued by two killers (French version)

Dream #1: Chased by Two Killers

I would like to share with you the nightmare of my son who is 8 years old: He is in two living rooms on the first floor of his grandmother's house (where he lived for two years from 1 to 3 years) and he is chased by two men (a young adult and a rather old man). They eventually catch him and stab him in the heart with a knife. He wakes up just as blood is spurting out. If you could help me interpret this dream, I feel a little helpless in front of my son's confusion.

Dream #2: Drinking and Driving

I was driving my white car in a drunken state. It was night and a little girl dressed in pink ran under my car, I had no reflexes and I ran her over. In the hospital, with her very sympathetic parents who said it was their daughter's fault because she didn't look before crossing. I collapsed in tears in the mother's arms.

Dream #3 : Our strengths and our multidimensionality

Sharing: Before interpreting my dream, I must tell you that my father died 13 years ago from suicide. A few days before this dream, I watched a movie on the Internet called "Nosso Lar" which means: "Our Home". The main character of the movie is called André, like my father.

Dream : I am in a house with my father (whom I feel but do not see) and my mother (who is alive). I wake up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and I call my mother because I am very tired. She comes to see me and tells me: "It's nothing, you'll go back to sleep", but I can't because I am terrified. Then she tells me to get up because dad is upstairs and he is not well. We go up the stairs and there I see him lying on the couch with a vague look in his eyes, I caress his head and tell him that it's going to be okay, that I'm going to help him. I look at my mother and tell her that when I stare at an object (I don't remember which one), I can leave my body and fly somewhere else in other dimensions. Then I find myself standing in front of my father and I say to him: "Look, I'm going to help you go and fly with me". In this dream, I speak to him and little by little I transform myself, it is no longer my voice, my appearance resembles that of an animal and I have a deep voice. I woke up with a huge fear so I prayed for fifteen minutes at the mons and as often, visualizing Mary my hands in hers, and there I had my hands in those of my father. Then I fell asleep.

Dream #4: Corn on the cob

I see my father coming home and me coming out; we pass each other. I am holding green corn cobs that my father liked to grow despite the fact that he was a public servant. He asks me where I am going, and I tell him I am going to the field. When I get to the field, I see the green flowering corn stalks and I hold some of them in my hands and I see my father encouraging me. I sow the corn in my garden and I wake up. I see myself again in our family home where I have just returned from a walk. Just before entering, I see my older half-brother with whom I don't get along very well and I say hello to him. He answers me: "good morning sir". Then I go into the house where I see my father again talking about the harvest and the new planting season. Then he gives me some fresh, half-dried ears of white corn that I have to put in a bowl and follow him afterwards.

Dream #5: The Bomb

I am in my apartment on the last floor (an apartment I don't know in real life) and I place a bomb there and set the timer. The bomb has a spherical shape, smaller than a football (soccer). I leave and come back to check the timer (almost obsessive checks, like OCD, that I often do for other things (e.g. check if the doors are closed, if the gas is turned off etc.). The sphere must be opened, by opening one half which forms the lid. The bomb will explode very soon, there is very little time left. In fact, I'm going on a trip. I leave the apartment, my sister Françoise will drive me to the station. Françoise is my elder sister; she represents a rather submissive side (at least that's what I was thinking about when I woke up), although I have a doubt: I'm not sure that this side is very conscious; she also has a rather abrupt and not very "round" side in her relationships in general, although she is generous, very sensitive, and also hardworking. She is a gynecologist. As I leave the building, I see black smoke coming from the top of the building. It was in fact a firebomb. I get scared and ask Françoise if I should not call the fire department. I am afraid that someone will lose his life. I hesitate and procrastinate because I realize that I can also be held criminally responsible. I don't dare to use my cell phone because my number could be identified. I would like to do it anonymously or use someone else's phone. Finally time passes, I brood and brood. The majority of the building's inhabitants, rather young, are downstairs in the refectory of this building, but you never know, someone could be stuck on the floors. I wouldn't want to have a dead person on my conscience.

Dream #6: The ears

I am in the bathroom, taking care of my two little girls, two years old and one year old; I am getting them ready for the night. I see that the children's ears are dirty, I take a cotton swab and I want to clean them, I remove a kind of purulent plug and suddenly water mixed with dirt comes out of the ears, the water flows freely and spills on the floor. I call my daughter, panicked. She comes but doesn't seem afraid of the situation. I tell her we need to get the kids to a doctor. In reality, I have been suffering from recurrent otitis externa in my right ear for 3 years