Drive fast (French version)

Dream #1: Drive fast

Dream: I was in a black 4×4 style car, quite big, the wheels are big and equipped to drive in the snow. I am with my older sister, my younger sister, and my mother. There are many other people with us but unknown to me.
The driver drives fast, and takes the fast, fast turns too. We were driving down a snowy mountain road and from one moment to the next, I found myself on skis.
The snow is beautiful, powdery, white and there was 2 to 3 meters of snow. My older sister is in front of my mother my mother on my left and my little sister right next to me on my right.
My father is far to the left. I don't remember if my dad is with us in the 4×4.
My mother falls and loses her skis. She slips in the snow and I catch her and bring her back to her skis. She puts them back on and I turn around and there, on my right, there is a small hill of snow, and underneath, there is a river / waterfall with pretty stones, water flowing, and a pair of white shoes, one with heel, the other flat shoe.
End of the dream, I wake up.

Dream #2: The criminal therapist

I am writing to you because lately I have had several nightmares of rape, one of which has particularly affected me.
Right now in my life. I am working a lot on my pattern of betrayal (towards men). A pattern that has existed in my life since I was very young but has gone through phases of inactivity until very recently. Where it has reawakened in full force since I am in a relationship with a man I am in love with.

Dream: I arrive in Marc's office (my psychotherapist in real life) for my session. The atmosphere is heavy and strange. In the dream, it is his office, but in reality, it is a place I don't know. I sit on a bed, and he sits in his chair. He tells me that he is finishing the session with a young girl (which I am attending) and that afterwards we will start our meeting. I notice that his look is different today. He is suspicious. I feel immediately brought back to the state of a little girl, in danger. I am very uncomfortable, suspicious, totally on the alert. And as soon as he moves, I jump! I see that Marc notices my alertness.

All of a sudden, the girl prepares to leave and Marc also gets up to accompany her to the exit. But with the first movement I understand that they want me evil both, and that in reality marc is going to rape me I jump to save me and by seeing the fright in my eyes, marc tries to catch me at the same time to reassure me that all this is a stratagem of my ego/pattern but at the same time also to rape me as I had guessed. I run to my car where I hide outside it is dark. I am at this moment in total distress because it is as if he had really raped me! I feel helpless, betrayed, terrorized, confused and guilty.
I find myself in a hospital (which visually is more of an office) where I tell my story to a nurse. Energetically, she is a nurse but visually she is more like a policewoman or a judge. She takes note of what I tell her, without any emotion. I feel completely distressed because a part of me knows that Marc raped me, and another part doubts it terribly.
I feel ashamed because it is as if my story is impossible. My therapist, a health professional and moreover to whom I confided everything about myself, raped me!
How could she believe me? Even I have my doubts. I'm afraid to file a complaint because if I invented everything, Marc will lose everything. It's my fault! I am so distressed that I ask the nurse to give me some medicine, which she does.
I then found myself in an unknown place, at a family party, in the kitchen. I tell my sister my story in a panic and I explain to her that I am totally upset by this rape. This betrayal, but that I am so afraid of having invented everything and of being crazy, that I feel disoriented. I tell her about my enormous guilt in case Marc is not guilty and she does not seem to be listening to my distress. She tells me she will call her friend for advice and continues to text on her phone. At this point, I just feel desperate. I crouch down in the corner of the kitchen behind the table (as if to stay hidden) and say, in an overwhelmed tone, "please help me. I'm so afraid he'll come after me. I don't know where to go. I don't know what to do" but she doesn't hear me because my words are almost whispered. I woke up with a very unpleasant feeling of known, already experienced feelings and atmosphere.