Hello,
I write some of my dreams down in a notebook.
I find this one far-fetched and of little significance, I suppose:
I am arriving at an airport. I am being met by a couple of friends. The friends do not have time, as they have to work. I am in their apartment with my parents, my sister, my son, and some strangers. I am on the street surrounded by strangers.
I find myself on the street. I am sitting on a pile of stuff on a truck and I receive oranges (already cut into pieces). I look and see two men preparing the fruit, which they then throw to the people on the street.
My mother tells me: "You really do have a change of scenery there."
…
Alarm.
What surprises me is that my father has passed away.
My mother speaks Swiss German to me (I have translated what she told me).
Apparently surrounded by strangers, I can only count on the support of my mother, my sister, and my son?
Kind regards,
ClaudiaC