Les violons dans l'avion (French version)

Rêve#1 : The violins in the plane

Dream: I am on a regular airplane. With the symphony orchestra, we are returning from a tour of a distant country, rather Asian. I am a violinist (an instrument that I played a little bit during my adolescence). Everything in the plane was in accordance with reality (the fact of playing the violin in a plane is not so easy, one can well imagine what it represents... in the dream everything was in accordance with that). All the travelers were happy, it was a great experience.

Share: In the morning I try to analyze my dream with the famous question: "Does playing the violin on a plane with an orchestra belong?" And if it is indeed possible, it is not the custom. So I start to meditate on the negative side... In the morning, while picking up my rental car in the nearby village, I listen to the news on France Musique and I am fascinated by what I hear. An airline company has organized the first concert in the air, on the return of the Asian tour of the French Philharmonic Orchestra ! The conductor testifies to the organization. The altitude: 11,000 feet... the preparations for safety reasons... the instructions for the musicians in case of "air holes"... Everything was well planned and the airline company was satisfied since the plane was full thanks to the publicity that had been made. Would the dream have become positive? What is the probability between a dream like this one and a reality like that one? 100% my daughter answers me in the framework of metaphysics!

Dream#2: The farewell ceremony

Share: I lost my mom nine years ago to cancer and my dad went to join her on Easter last year.

Dream: We were preparing the farewell ceremony for my mom because as she was sick, we knew she would go. There were already a lot of people at the church, everyone was very sad because she was a very loved woman. Then I went to join her because she was not dead yet, because it was at the time of the ceremony that she would go to the beyond. As if with the ceremony she would be euthanized. She was sorting through her things in her bedroom closet. So I went to help her and said, "Why do you want to go? You're still in good shape so stay with us." She said, "That's the way it is, I have to go." I insisted and she finally decided not to leave and to stay with us. So I went to the church and told the whole community that was there that she was not leaving. My cousin was there to comfort me.

Dream#3: The statue

Share: Before going to sleep, I asked to work on rectifying a too inviting or too open attitude with a man I met at a workshop. There were no verbal exchanges but in the looks. I would say that the magic eyes were there! Then I saw on his website that he was married! I am free. I then thought about the possible consequences for his couple of what I could emit as energy during his contacts by the eyes and wanted to work, to understand that.

Dream: Outside, I hide from humans because I did something bad. I caused the death of a child, by accident. I hide in a crack in the ground. I fear and feel that parts of my body are sticking out, touching the surface like hair and hip; that I can be seen, especially the father who is searching. I am discovered but I am the child. I am me and in the role of this dead boy child, therefore like a statue. It's not easy because you can't move.
One person among those present says that he notices something strange in my eyelids (which move a little). But they don't go any further, Father Louis, is very enthusiastic about having found me. Then there is a kind of race, a sports performance, still in the role of statue, with other children. It is an oval circuit and vertical. There are men on this circuit who are doing work.
I have to watch out for them who think I am a wax statue. The father is so touched that he projects me, wishes me alive. The men are not. They talk about a simple and practical installation for them for their work: it is a question of connecting an electric device, it is a place where I am, electricity can make sparks which, touching my wax body can make small holes. For them it is not a problem but I am alive and it can hurt, I am on the alert, I must avoid that.
My position is delicate. The father poses the least problem for me because he is ready to want me alive, while the others always see me as a statue, so I have to be immobile, to be in a frozen pause, always the same, with little variation. It is an archetypal position with one hand in the air. If I move too much they will perceive the fraud, they will discover me.