7 Jul 2025
Dream
I dreamed that I was back in this beautiful town with super large homes. Mansions everywhere like this place I live/lived in—that was the feeling. I was driving around and knew exactly where I was. And I was pointing at all the places where someone tried to kill me. There was a quaint restaurant. Which oddly I have either dreamed about someone shooting at me there or my mind remembered it happening to me. I could even remember where I was sitting. This wasn’t the future- it was a closeby present, like sometime in the 1930s, 40s or 50s. Both my mom and Sebastien, my husband, were in the dream but not them. There were three places in total where I almost died, and I started realizing that it created a triangle in the dream. I went out at night chasing after my mother who was a similar age to me. But she didn’t really know me.
Then I was driving around in a helicopter in present day. And I was pretty good at it, but my helicopter was struggling. This part was unfamiliar to me. I was following my husband in the air hovering nearby as he walked. But then the airways became a bit clustered over the small town. So I told him to meet me three blocks down after this next stoplight. I was high up top and he could hear me, which is a surprise because he usually wouldn’t be able to! He said okay. But then after the light there was an empty parking lot dead end and the sign was decrepit and I was reading the sign while I was driving the helicopter — but I don’t remember what it said. It was a sign made out of steel if I remember correctly.
Then there was this van and my uncle Hector was driving it out of the parking lot and he said to me that I could sell it for parts. And me and Sebastien were thinking about it. He caught up and was walking on the ground and I was still riding in the helicopter. I started calculating how much I could sell each of the parts for. Like more than $15,000 USD.
Now that I think about it, my father was hit by a minivan. And it might have been the one.
