Hey boss,
I am back because I would like you to interpret the dream (in several parts) that I had the other night, as soon as you have the time, of course.
We are in the car. My ex-husband and his wife are in the back. I am in the front, but in the passenger seat. There is no driver; my ex-husband is steering from the back seat of the vehicle. I tell my ex-husband that I could maybe take the wheel just to steer (I don’t have a driver’s license), and he says yes. I reply that it’s better not to, because it’s the dead person’s seat.
We are taking a new road. The asphalt is brand new. But the road is dangerous. We take a fairly sharp turn and encroach on the grass. The road is like a racetrack. Then I see an accidented car, but there are no injuries, no one inside.
Up on the heights, another road. All of a sudden, a truck hits the safety barrier and plunges into the ravine. It tumbles all the way down but isn't really damaged. I scan the cab to see if anyone gets out alive. Nothing. A few seconds pass, and the driver gets out as if nothing had happened. He's not hurt. But he seems dazed. I ask him, "Are you okay?" but he doesn't even answer me.
We head back up to the upper road via a set of stairs. As I climb the last step, I point out to my ex-husband and his wife that I had said the road was dangerous, but no one had listened to me. There are police officers investigating the truck accident. We saw the whole scene from below, but it’s no use testifying, as it wouldn’t add anything to what has already been said.
I place two little chicks in a child’s hands. Instead of gently closing her hands to keep them from escaping, she keeps them open. Naturally, the chicks hop over the barrier and, in turn, tumble down the slope leading to the ravine. But it seems they don’t get hurt and hop from level to level. One falls. I think it’s dead. But it gets up and continues on its way. They are black with a very pretty green beak.
We are going back down the stairs because we have to leave.
I am with a man. It is the actor Gerard Butler (I went to the cinema last night to see a film in which he is one of the protagonists). We keep making love. I find his body magnificent and I feel good and safe in his presence. Every time I see him, I desire him and willingly let him have his way. We are in bed. He gets up and at that moment his wife comes in. I pull the sheets up to the middle of my face. She sees me but says nothing. As if she didn't care. No domestic scene.
I see my daughter with two of her friends, one of whom, Elise, has grown a lot and is at least a head taller than my daughter. I joke that I no longer want to talk to her because she’s now taller than me. I also want to show the man I’m with that I’m very comfortable around my daughter’s friends. I ask Elise if her mom is doing well and if she’s back from Las Vegas (she’s there for work). She replies as if it’s obvious, “Well, no, she hasn’t come back.”
Here it is, it’s a bit long, sorry. But my dreams are mostly long because I very often remember them in the smallest details… and I write them down. Thank you for taking the time to interpret it.
I hope everything is going well for you, and I never miss the chance to regularly take a little look around the site. ![]()
Bisous