What are France dreams about?

(I don't know if there's gonna be a part II to this since there's so much stuff to cram in)

So I don't know if this classes as *'drawing attention to yourself'*. But I need to share it and perhaps get some answers so please, bare with me?

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So I just had the weirdest converse between myself and my barber. (As usual) we were just talking about strange experiences and 'out of the ordinary' occurrences when my barber brought up a strange occurrence he had in France.

Basically he was over his parents house for a friendly visit and there was a man who lived in the house (I forgot his name) which he described as 'the stereotypical vampire but without the makeup'. Kinda like Dracula from 'Interview with a Vampire'. But of course he wasn't an actual vampire, but to be completely honest:

It would've been better.

So he's sleeping on the couch since all of the 'oldies' were upstairs sleeping in their comfy beds, and then the man comes into the room my barber was sleeping in, in the pitch black. They have a conversation about whatever a barber and an old french man have. They converse for about a minute and then my barber (let's just call him Steven from now on) turns on the light. The old man isn't there. Steve thought to himself whether or not the old man had went back upstairs, he goes back upstairs to only find the old man fast asleep in his bed.

No way was he fast enough to beat Steven all the way up the stairs, outmove being shone on by the light AND be able to get back into bed without taking a while before.

But that's only the start. This lead into a conversation about (you'd never guess what) Shadowmen and similar beings and how they've affected our lives.

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(Just thought I'd put this in whilst typing this part, I do feel like there's something in the room with me. You'll catch on.)

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We talk about strange experiences of us dreaming weird stuff and I bring up a (sorta) dream I had only the other night. Basically what I mean by 'sorta dream' is that I was awake, I was aware of my surroundings but I was dreaming at the same time. It was really strange.

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Basically there's this ARGOS (A British shop) that's in my home town, to the left of it there's a curved hill that leads up to a baptist church, and this is where my dream took place. I was walking down this hill towards the Argos when from around the corner a man in a black leather trench coat, light grey shirt, curly black hair and goatee rushes from around the corner with his arms flailing and a deranged grin on his face. As soon as he reached me I woke up from this sort of trance. And then I see them, two yellow spots, at the corner of my room just next to my mirror (take note).

And as I explain this experience I had with my barber he literally smiles and laughs when I bring up the man in the trench coat, at that point I had only stated he had a beard. And what he asked me made me dumbfounded:

**"Goatee?"**

**HE HAD FUCKING SEEN HIM.**

Of course I'm start struck about this, SOMEONE ELSE HAD SEEN HIM AND MY BARBER NO LESS. I expressed my shock about it to him and what he followed up with had me literally shake in my boots:

**"Yellow eyes?"**

At that point I was left speechless, how did he know this??? Is this common??? Idk if he was being dramatic or if he's hiding something from me but he said something so fucking creepy, unnerving, scary the whole lot. He said this one thing (and I have to tell you that this is all 100% real, none of this is made up.) he said:

**"He's seen you"**

I can only reply with one thing accompanied with a nervous giggle:

**"Who's he?"**

His reply has left me confused and concerned, I don't know if I should be scared or not.

**"I don't know".**

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***Okay, so I'm gonna have to split this into a multiple parter, something has came up. I'll link part II below this note. Any help is appreciated but until then cya!***

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\- O

Alright this ones a bit fucked up so bear with me.

It started in a field, there was two lines, one for “normal criminals” and one for “lawbreakers” I noticed men women and children in both lines but noticed the one for norms were being treated a lot better, I tried to sneak across but decided against it after seeing friends in the “lawbreaker” line, looking back on it, I should’ve hid.

I yelled goodbye to a family member in another line before we were brought down a tight wooden corridor, I could here a few babies and children crying.

I was sat down in a “monkey chair” that stretched out my arms and legs to the point where they hurt, the wire that stretched it out heated up, leaving burns in my skin, then I was electrocuted, during this they were asking questions I couldn’t hear the words of, they stuck a syringe into my neck and knocked me out.

When I woke up they made me crossdress and preform in a military parade chanting something, after that I was knocked out again with a syringe in the neck, this repeated multiple times.

In the last use of the monkey chair I was shown a map, I could make out “Europa” which made up Italy, south France Spain and the balkans and “Albion” which made up Ireland, something was said about “alliances in the Great War”, not sure which war but I was asked “so why are they working with them”. After this I was knocked out again.

This time I was on a boat without a paddle or anything (quite literally up a creek without a paddle) with something playing over speakers, at the end I was met with some type of bearded mannequin and asked questions the last one being along the lines of “why do we do this, why are we here?” I answered with “to serve the party” thinking I could try and act like I was agreeing, I was zapped and told, by the mannequin with its radio man voice “NO! We are here to make an example!” I was dropped into a box filled with water and sour rounded by crabs and lobsters as I began to drown, I woke up as I was torn apart.

Now what the fuck was that about?

(This dream was on the 17th of July 2020)

I am now 24 years old and that would mean I have been smoking cigarettes for of half my life. ( I grew up in France... ). Anyhow, I started worrying because my throat started hurting a lot lately and I have bumps in the back of my tongue that don’t look very good. I always was scared of a slow death ..
but I think I might be scared of death itself.
Because this is what I just dreamed of:

I was laying in bed with my little sister. My throat started hurting and I couldn’t breathe very well, so I got up in the middle of the night to visit my friend. I thought he would take care of me and take me to the hospital. When I got there, his house was big and dark and the trees were surrounding his yard. His son was there also. We all played in the yard and I started coughing really bad and couldn’t breathe so my friend took us back inside. He told he son to go to bed.
Then we heard a noise.
He took me to his room and turned the lights off. He whispered « I told you someone was breaking in to my place you need to help me; they are going to try to kill us. » and I saw the shadow of the grim reaper through the door. It came closer and closer to me and I thought « not like that, not right now » and I woke up.

I’m still in shock. What does this mean?

The Angel of Death woke me up.

I am now 24 years old and that would mean I have been smoking cigarettes for of half my life. ( I grew up in France... ). Anyhow, I started worrying because my throat started hurting a lot lately and I have bumps in the back of my tongue that don’t look very good. I always was scared of a slow death ..
but I think I might be scared of death itself.
Because this is what I just dreamed of:

I was laying in bed with my little sister. My throat started hurting and I couldn’t breathe very well, so I got up in the middle of the night to visit my friend. I thought he would take care of me and take me to the hospital. When I got there, his house was big and dark and the trees were surrounding his yard. His son was there also. We all played in the yard and I started coughing really bad and couldn’t breathe so my friend took us back inside. He told he son to go to bed.
Then we heard a noise.
He took me to his room and turned the lights off. He whispered « I told you someone was breaking in to my place you need to help me; they are going to try to kill us. » and I saw the shadow of the grim reaper through the door. It came closer and closer to me and I thought « not like that, not right now » and I woke up.

I’m still in shock. What does this mean?

Last night I had an incredible emotional strange dream.
I was on vacation, strolling in a park, under trees in a sloping meadow.
Suddenly, a group of people (~ten) come down in my direction and exclaim:
"Let the heir to the throne of France pass."
And there, a rather plump brown giant dog with a nice head follows them. It seems to me as big as a cow.
The same face as Falcor from Never-ending story. And all the people start to curtsy.
I decide to go give him a hug ... and the dog tells me telepathically:
"Tell me what's wrong in your life".
While hugging him, I cry telling him that my friends have abandoned me and that I feel so lonely ans depressed. The emotion of sadness is then very deep.
But the hug was very heartwarming. A bit the same feeling that you can have as a child by hugging your Mother.
I then have the firm conviction that this Dog is Jesus Christ. And I wake up.

I think it's a bit related to the anxiety of covid and quarantine in general. Yet I live with my husband, my son, and we have been hosting my parents for 2 months... I'm not alone.