Hello Mamyol,
We chatted together last night (Priscillia) and you made me want to tell you about a dream. Here is the one from this morning (sorry, it's a bit long...)
I am in an unfamiliar place where I went because my ex-husband (the man I left my husband for ten years ago, who then left me without warning the day before my birthday four years later) had set up a meeting with me.
I see a river, and on the other side, there is a person leaning on the railing whom I cannot clearly make out but who seems to be my ex-partner. Next to him is my ex-husband.
My ex-husband looks at me intently and then disappears. In my mind, he comes to meet me, but it is my ex-husband who appears in front of me. He tells me he is going to take me to eat with a friend (a schoolmate I haven't seen in 30 years). I categorically refuse.
I then see myself in his car, and he is driving while constantly fiddling with the passenger sun visor in front of me. I hear my mother, who is presumably in the back seat, telling him several times to be careful, otherwise we are going to have an accident.
I then see dirt-edged curves approaching our vehicle, which we avoid each time. Paradoxically, I am not too afraid.
He parks in a parking lot located between attached houses and apartment buildings, with greenery visible on them. A place completely unknown to me and quite pretty.
He tells me that we are going to see his mother. I reply that I have never seen my mother-in-law living there, or perhaps she has moved.
He, my mother, and I are in front of a five-star restaurant. In front of the entrance, a rather high platform almost completely blocks access. I decide to go around it through a very narrow passage where you have to step through one leg after the other.
We are led to a rectangular table that is not straight (as if another table had been added at an angle). I sit facing my mother and my ex-husband (positioned between them) and push aside a stack of plates that are set at my place.
There is a group of people who get up from the table to head toward a staircase leading to the upper floor, and they address a man who tells them: I’m going to take off my jacket to take the photo, and I’ll be right there.
In front of me, another table and, paradoxically, a man who looks like a homeless person is sitting in front of a sort of plastic crate containing his meal, and on his table, I spot a bottle of Orangina.
All of a sudden, a lady having lunch at another table approaches me and carelessly places a shredded slice of white ham on a piece of aluminum foil in my hand. I try to arrange the slice more neatly, and she places a second one, which I put on top of the first.
At the same time, my mother, who had just come down from the upper floor (even though she was supposed to have positioned herself facing me), approaches me and lifts a piece of aluminum foil covering a kind of wicker basket, showing me that she too had some ham. I catch a glimpse of some almonds or something similar next to it.
Then I woke up. It’s quite rare for me to remember my dreams, but this one left a bit of an impression on me.
Could you please tell me what you think?
I wish you a good day and thank you in advance.
Kisses
Christine (alias Priscillia)
