Reconnect with an old friend - 23/06/2025
Dream #1: Reconnect with an old friend
Dream: I stepped onto the subway. After years of silence, I’m on my way to see Louna, my former best friend. Her invitation surprised me, but something inside urged me to accept. She sent me her home address, and now I’m here, my heart a mix of anticipation and unease.
*Louna: we used to be extremely close friends for over 15 years, however, the relationship turned toxic when I noticed she was competing with me. I decided to move on and stop our connexion.
I squint at the passing signs, unsure if I’ve missed my stop. The thought of being lost tightens my chest. A guy standing nearby notices my confusion. He approaches, his demeanor calm and assuring. “Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, explaining my predicament.
Without hesitation, he offers to guide me. When the subway doors open, we step out together, and he walks alongside me, an unexpected ally on this journey.
The streets we enter are breathtaking—hilly and bathed in the soft glow of sunlight with overhanging trees. The neighborhood is upscale, and every house is a testament to elegance and stability. I marvel at the beauty, but each step is a challenge.
The ground is full of large stones, uneven and treacherous. They make the path difficult, but I press on. I’m struggling, but I’m moving forward.
We pass a charming store, and I decide to go in on impulse.
I’m asked to leave my jewelry in a box at the entrance. With a shock, I glance down and realize that I’ve brought all my jewelry with me—rings, necklaces, bracelets—each piece a fragment of my identity, past, and defenses.
I feel exposed and vulnerable. Why would I bring all this? I can’t find an answer. I drop them into the box, watching as they pile together.
A stranger behind me tosses her coat over the box, covering my jewelry. My stomach twists. “Please be careful,” I say, my voice sharper than I intended. I feel the fragility of my belongings and the fear of losing what is precious.
Finally, I see Louna. She stands there; her presence is softer than I remember. There’s a serenity about her, a quiet strength. She looks beautiful, radiant even, and I’m taken aback. “You look amazing,” I tell her, my words genuine. The old twinge of competition and envy that used to hover between us seems to dissolve. I sense no threat, only a possibility—hope.
The neighborhood surrounds us with its grandeur, but I realize that it is not the external opulence that soothes me. I see the peace in Louna, the sense that she no longer needs to measure herself against me and, perhaps, that I no longer need to guard myself against her. I feel relief, a loosening of the old knots in my chest. There is space now for something new, for healing, for friendship. There is hope.
Dream #2: The Art of Remembering
Dream: I saw a man in a room that was drawing and writing with a brush and black ink on paper.
A voice guided him to draw and write by showing him images. It was a language he didn't know, so he asked how he could remember and write it down just by seeing images.
The voice said that when the time was right, he would be able to do it.
After that, time seemed to move forward in the dream. He saw himself being able to write those characters for real.
The last image I saw in the dream was a view of the room from above, looking down at his desk, which had a lot of papers on it. And I saw that the sketch he was finishing looked like a kite.
Dream #3: People disintegrating
Dream: In a small town, there are suddenly a lot of people in a square. Everyone is very loud. It seems to be some kind of festival, Amina is smaller.
I am there with a man who is slightly handicapped, but very kind. We have a very good conversation. After a while there, there is panic among the people because something strange is happening. People are dissolving, or just parts of them.
A person comes towards me, runs through me, leaving me with a kind of dizziness, discomfort. But after a while, it disappears. I know it's the energies that put us to the test. Some people are fragile and disintegrate into several parts at of the first encounter.
I tell the man we'd better go to sleep in our room, as these energies are more interested when there are lots of people around. In the flat, Amina calls, she is hungry and Carol is awake and crying and wants to go to her mother. I tell her it's better to wait until tomorrow.
Amina (teenager): complex of inferiority
Carol (teenager): has migraine. Introverted, anorexia, not very lively.
Dream #1: Reconnect with an old friend
Dream: I stepped onto the subway. After years of silence, I’m on my way to see Louna, my former best friend. Her invitation surprised me, but something inside urged me to accept. She sent me her home address, and now I’m here, my heart a mix of anticipation and unease.
*Louna: we used to be extremely close friends for over 15 years, however, the relationship turned toxic when I noticed she was competing with me. I decided to move on and stop our connexion.
I squint at the passing signs, unsure if I’ve missed my stop. The thought of being lost tightens my chest. A guy standing nearby notices my confusion. He approaches, his demeanor calm and assuring. “Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, explaining my predicament.
Without hesitation, he offers to guide me. When the subway doors open, we step out together, and he walks alongside me, an unexpected ally on this journey.
The streets we enter are breathtaking—hilly and bathed in the soft glow of sunlight with overhanging trees. The neighborhood is upscale, and every house is a testament to elegance and stability. I marvel at the beauty, but each step is a challenge.
The ground is full of large stones, uneven and treacherous. They make the path difficult, but I press on. I’m struggling, but I’m moving forward.
We pass a charming store, and I decide to go in on impulse.
I’m asked to leave my jewelry in a box at the entrance. With a shock, I glance down and realize that I’ve brought all my jewelry with me—rings, necklaces, bracelets—each piece a fragment of my identity, past, and defenses.
I feel exposed and vulnerable. Why would I bring all this? I can’t find an answer. I drop them into the box, watching as they pile together.
A stranger behind me tosses her coat over the box, covering my jewelry. My stomach twists. “Please be careful,” I say, my voice sharper than I intended. I feel the fragility of my belongings and the fear of losing what is precious.
Finally, I see Louna. She stands there; her presence is softer than I remember. There’s a serenity about her, a quiet strength. She looks beautiful, radiant even, and I’m taken aback. “You look amazing,” I tell her, my words genuine. The old twinge of competition and envy that used to hover between us seems to dissolve. I sense no threat, only a possibility—hope.
The neighborhood surrounds us with its grandeur, but I realize that it is not the external opulence that soothes me. I see the peace in Louna, the sense that she no longer needs to measure herself against me and, perhaps, that I no longer need to guard myself against her. I feel relief, a loosening of the old knots in my chest. There is space now for something new, for healing, for friendship. There is hope.
Dream #2: The Art of Remembering
Dream: I saw a man in a room that was drawing and writing with a brush and black ink on paper.
A voice guided him to draw and write by showing him images. It was a language he didn't know, so he asked how he could remember and write it down just by seeing images.
The voice said that when the time was right, he would be able to do it.
After that, time seemed to move forward in the dream. He saw himself being able to write those characters for real.
The last image I saw in the dream was a view of the room from above, looking down at his desk, which had a lot of papers on it. And I saw that the sketch he was finishing looked like a kite.
Dream #3: People disintegrating
Dream: In a small town, there are suddenly a lot of people in a square. Everyone is very loud. It seems to be some kind of festival, Amina is smaller.
I am there with a man who is slightly handicapped, but very kind. We have a very good conversation. After a while there, there is panic among the people because something strange is happening. People are dissolving, or just parts of them.
A person comes towards me, runs through me, leaving me with a kind of dizziness, discomfort. But after a while, it disappears. I know it's the energies that put us to the test. Some people are fragile and disintegrate into several parts at of the first encounter.
I tell the man we'd better go to sleep in our room, as these energies are more interested when there are lots of people around. In the flat, Amina calls, she is hungry and Carol is awake and crying and wants to go to her mother. I tell her it's better to wait until tomorrow.
Amina (teenager): complex of inferiority
Carol (teenager): has migraine. Introverted, anorexia, not very lively.
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Dream #1: Reconnect with an old friend
Dream: I stepped onto the subway. After years of silence, I’m on my way to see Louna, my former best friend. Her invitation surprised me, but something inside urged me to accept. She sent me her home address, and now I’m here, my heart a mix of anticipation and unease.
*Louna: we used to be extremely close friends for over 15 years, however, the relationship turned toxic when I noticed she was competing with me. I decided to move on and stop our connexion.
I squint at the passing signs, unsure if I’ve missed my stop. The thought of being lost tightens my chest. A guy standing nearby notices my confusion. He approaches, his demeanor calm and assuring. “Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, explaining my predicament.
Without hesitation, he offers to guide me. When the subway doors open, we step out together, and he walks alongside me, an unexpected ally on this journey.
The streets we enter are breathtaking—hilly and bathed in the soft glow of sunlight with overhanging trees. The neighborhood is upscale, and every house is a testament to elegance and stability. I marvel at the beauty, but each step is a challenge.
The ground is full of large stones, uneven and treacherous. They make the path difficult, but I press on. I’m struggling, but I’m moving forward.
We pass a charming store, and I decide to go in on impulse.
I’m asked to leave my jewelry in a box at the entrance. With a shock, I glance down and realize that I’ve brought all my jewelry with me—rings, necklaces, bracelets—each piece a fragment of my identity, past, and defenses.
I feel exposed and vulnerable. Why would I bring all this? I can’t find an answer. I drop them into the box, watching as they pile together.
A stranger behind me tosses her coat over the box, covering my jewelry. My stomach twists. “Please be careful,” I say, my voice sharper than I intended. I feel the fragility of my belongings and the fear of losing what is precious.
Finally, I see Louna. She stands there; her presence is softer than I remember. There’s a serenity about her, a quiet strength. She looks beautiful, radiant even, and I’m taken aback. “You look amazing,” I tell her, my words genuine. The old twinge of competition and envy that used to hover between us seems to dissolve. I sense no threat, only a possibility—hope.
The neighborhood surrounds us with its grandeur, but I realize that it is not the external opulence that soothes me. I see the peace in Louna, the sense that she no longer needs to measure herself against me and, perhaps, that I no longer need to guard myself against her. I feel relief, a loosening of the old knots in my chest. There is space now for something new, for healing, for friendship. There is hope.
Dream #2: The Art of Remembering
Dream: I saw a man in a room that was drawing and writing with a brush and black ink on paper.
A voice guided him to draw and write by showing him images. It was a language he didn't know, so he asked how he could remember and write it down just by seeing images.
The voice said that when the time was right, he would be able to do it.
After that, time seemed to move forward in the dream. He saw himself being able to write those characters for real.
The last image I saw in the dream was a view of the room from above, looking down at his desk, which had a lot of papers on it. And I saw that the sketch he was finishing looked like a kite.
Dream #3: People disintegrating
Dream: In a small town, there are suddenly a lot of people in a square. Everyone is very loud. It seems to be some kind of festival, Amina is smaller.
I am there with a man who is slightly handicapped, but very kind. We have a very good conversation. After a while there, there is panic among the people because something strange is happening. People are dissolving, or just parts of them.
A person comes towards me, runs through me, leaving me with a kind of dizziness, discomfort. But after a while, it disappears. I know it's the energies that put us to the test. Some people are fragile and disintegrate into several parts at of the first encounter.
I tell the man we'd better go to sleep in our room, as these energies are more interested when there are lots of people around. In the flat, Amina calls, she is hungry and Carol is awake and crying and wants to go to her mother. I tell her it's better to wait until tomorrow.
Amina (teenager): complex of inferiority
Carol (teenager): has migraine. Introverted, anorexia, not very lively.
