Neglected babies (French version)

Dream #1: Neglected babies

I was with Mom, Dad and my sister Oceane, we were at my Aunt Augustine's work, selling honey in the country. She said she had sold her baby, Justin, to a woman and now she wanted him back. Because the woman had other babies that she didn't take good care of. Then I went with Dad to the woman's house, an old house, unkempt, full of cobwebs inside. I heard babies crying to my left. Further on we saw four babies piled one on top of the other in clear hard plastic boxes (like incubators). They couldn't breathe, and we were looking for Justin. The first baby underneath was skinny and crying, the second on top was normal and crying, the third baby was dead, the fourth baby was Justin and crying. We came back to see Augustine without the baby, it was like a movie, dad said we could watch another movie now. But I watched the same movie and we went back to the house, and heard the same babies on my left, and we only took Justin and brought him to Augustine. End

Dream #2: Under high surveillance

Sharing: This dream takes place in several scenes

where I walk in the city (which I don't know concretely but which was European because of the architecture and the atmosphere). I have on my shoulder a travel bag in which there is a baby. The army is omnipresent everywhere in the city. In the different scenes, I see the soldiers from afar, often from behind and in small groups. The soldiers mingle with the crowd or are posted in certain places. They must not realize that I have a baby with me. Here is the scene I remember most clearly: I'm walking to the train station and I realize that it's too guarded. So I want to go back. I look at the baby in the travel bag and it's okay. I stop to see which way would be safer for me... I have to avoid meeting soldiers. I go back on the road and hope that we will be ok.

Dream #3: Confusion and ancient religious practices

I am talking with a woman who wants to entrust us (a friend and I) with her baby, so that we can take her to a country... In the Middle East... It could be Palestine, but it seems to me an Arab country where there is the sea. She asks us to bring her baby to drown it because it seems to be the only way to save her from a mistake she would have committed. We try to understand why this action is so important. She says that a high priest said that this was the traditional way to do it under the circumstances and that this was the only way she would be saved! My friend and I are like investigators and researchers who are given missions. We leave with the baby... I think... It is a little boy of about 2 months. My friend holds him and he cries a lot ! She pats him on the back to try to calm him down but on my side I keep trying to find a way not to drown the child, because I find it immoral and impossible to consider, but to save the mother anyway. We are in the country where this should be done and I am trying to find out how to proceed and if this is a common thing...!!? The beach is huge. My friend continues to try to calm the baby down and I enter an establishment that seems to be governmental to seek information. I meet a woman that I find very austere, rigid and I try to tell her my problem, that is to say if this will not lead to consequences for us, at risk of prosecution? She gets rid of me by entrusting me to a young man (in his late twenties) of Pakistani or Arab type. I discreetly take him aside to tell him what is happening to us and to see if it is legal or normal? He tells me that there is indeed a belief, or a law? I start to walk on the beach where there are now less people. I have a travel bag in one hand and my friend carries the rest of the luggage. I tell her to walk in front of me and put the luggage at the end of the beach, I will walk in the water and try a subterfuge to try not to drown the baby, but to make it look like this happened. I hope the baby stays quiet while I replace it with an object and no one realizes I didn't drown the baby.