Dream #1 : A knife to the heart

Dream: My father is chasing me, he's got a knife in his hand and it looks like he wants to kill me. I’m really scared and I try my best to run into a cave to escape from him.

Exhausted, I stopped inside the cave. My father comes closer to me, at that moment I yell out that I’m not afraid of him anymore, and that I’m ready to die.

When the knife touches my heart, the dream shifts to another scene.

*Father (irresponsible, inability to control emotions, careless)

In this new scene, I see my mother and realize that she’s seriously ill and may die soon.

I feel an overwhelming sense of loss and start to cry uncontrollably. Desperate to save her, I look for every possible way to cure her, promising myself that I will take care of her and spend more time with her.

*Mother (sensitive, talkative)

 

Dream #2 : Feng Shui phone number

Context: When I received this dream, my soul became very intense because my brother-in-law and his wife were trying to convince my wife and I to change our phone numbers.

They have been learning the program of "Feng Shui for Good Fortune", which is related to changing phone numbers for a better life.

They were focused on the negative effects of our phone numbers and forced us to change them. My wife agreed with them and spent a lot of money to buy a new phone number, but I didn't do it.

I persuaded my wife not to trust them. In my opinion, changing phone numbers goes against the Up Above's lessons. 

We should accept and transform the lessons of karma instead of fleeing away with illusory thoughts.

At the climax, my brother-in-law wanted to show me his new phone number, wishing to change the energy in our lives. But he didn't talk to me and chatted with my wife about his intentions.

After that, my wife told me about it and found every way to force me to accept. We argued about it again.

I meditated before going to sleep and this is the dream I received: 

Dream: I see myself in a building in the city and I'm looking at another building in the distance, which I consider to be my office or my school.

I realize that I'm late for school, so I decide to cross the street and climb over the wall to get inside the school.

I meet my manager (she is very practical and intellectual, but very introverted, independent and has difficulty connecting with other colleagues) who is also coming to the class. She is not angry that I’m late.

I tag along behind her into the classroom. The classroom is new and modern, and my manager is my teacher here.

I see a modern TV in front of the classroom's board.

I would like to connect the sound of this TV into the nearby projection screen, so I come to adjust it.