Hello! I had this dream 2 years ago, but it has stayed with me since... I would like to share it, in order to perhaps get an exterior point of view.

A little background info: I'm an 18 year old girl, so I had this dream at 16, during the summer Holidays. I live in France since I'm 7, and when I had this dream I was waiting for the results of my baccalauréat, which is the french exam students take at 16 and 17.

So it started in a little shop, where a man was selling pine tree branches for some ridiculous price - like 21 or 27 €. I was with my parents and friends of my parents. My mother, who is very fond of plants and who often buys some, said she would like one, but my father said they were too expensive. The man selling them explained that these pine trees were very unusual though, because they brought childhood memories back. The friend of my parents smelled one and agreed, but I said that to me, the smell didn't brink back childhood memories but rather the Landes. The Landes is a region in France where there are a lot of pine trees. I said that not only did the pine tree branches remind me of the Landes, but also of my best friend of the time Jessica, since she used to live in that region, and the only times I had ever been there was when I visited in her summer house.

So then the dream shifted to a bird's eyes view of a small road going through pine trees - put me in mind of a movie shot. On the road was a car. I didn't ever dream of being in the car, but my dream went directly to when we (again, my parents, their two friends, and myself) arrived. It was a house that was very typical of where I used to live in the french countryside, in the Lot (at the time of the dream, I had already moved to the city 3 or 2 years ago). There was a lot of charm to the house - it was an old, stone house that had a "u" shape, with I believe blue shutters and pink flowers on the windows (geraniums I think). An old woman came out, in a dress that, again, was very typical of old women in the Lot. We tell her that we're just admiring, and she answers something like (in french) "as long as it's not stealing". Then she guides us through her garden. It felt like it had just rained. Everything was very beautiful, very green. There was a kingfisher - again, this image felt more like a movie or a tv show scene. There was a little yellow frog too. I was taking pictures with a white camera.

Then the old woman walks through a green pond - there's something kind of "fairy like" about the pond. We follow her. She tells us we're probably going to witness something very rare: little bugs that will jump on us. I say I don't like bugs and point to a blurry yellowish starfish form at the bottom of the pond and ask her if it's a bug. She answers "no" with an expression that says "you're in for a surprise". The yellowish starfish shape gets closer to the surface of the water and resembles a monkey. When it gets out of the water, it's a beautiful little blonde girl in an orange stroller. She has two identical stuffed animals, one big and one small (those sock monkey stuffed animals).

Then for some reason there's a door that leads to a room at the end of the pond, which I go into and then come out of. I don't remember that part at all. When I come out, I am alone and I go to the little girl. At this point, the little girl is clearly myself at age 3. I will add that I had the same stroller, that the sock monkeys are something I link to my childhood in New York and that as a child, I had blonde hair (after the dream, the blonde hair was what was most memorable about the girl). There was something a little sad about her - like she was lonely, and I had the impression she was sort of "handicapped", like stuck in the stroller - she was "special" in some way, a little different from the children of her age. She says I am nice, and then asks me if my friends are nice. I am generally awkward with children and I don't know how to answer the question - I answer some are and some aren't (at the time my group of friends had fought, and i was forced to choose between one side and the other. At this point, even though I had already chosen sides, I still had doubts.).

Someone behind laughingly says that's not an answer. I follow the person out another door, which leads to some kind of balcony that looks down upon a table in a big, dark room. Around the table are three people that are deciding who is taken and who isn't in some kind of literature school: my french teacher and another teacher he is always with (they have curlers in their hair ^^) and a skinny woman I don't know are the "jury". They are going through names. There are two piles: one "yes", and one "no". Everyone so far has been put in the "no" pile. The skinny woman reaches her own name, and puts herself in the "yes" pile with a smile, exchanging a knowing smile with the two other teachers, but without debating as they had with the others. They reach my name, talk about it a little, and put me in the "yes" pile. I cry "I can live! I can live" and roll around on the floor. My last thought is that I should go and see the little girl, then I wake up.


I'm sorry for making this so long, it's just that I remember it so vividly, and I'm not really sure which details count and which ones don't. I know that the dream is very linked to my stress about the exam - especially in the last part - but still, I feel there is something else to it, although I can't figure it out... The part that was most striking to me was when I talked to myself as a little girl...