Hello,
I don't know where to start, but I'll manage, I hope. I was standing on a balcony, in a place I didn't know, and I was waiting for someone, a client.
As I was looking down the street, I saw the client arrive in his car, holding the gearbox in his hand with a very confident and manly air, dressed in all-khaki military attire and a cap. A client, apparently a regular.
I was always on the balcony when he came; he stayed, and my daughter and I assume he slept with her and deflowered her, I still assume so because I saw nothing. After a while, my daughter opened the door and handed me some money—three thousand Belgian francs—with a smile on her lips that seemed to say, “Look, Mom, I sacrificed myself for you.”
I was in so much pain; it was indescribable. My daughter was no longer a virgin; she had given her virginity to this man, a stranger, a client. I was embarrassed to take dirty money and to receive money from my own daughter, so young, and at what price?
That dream knocked my morale down to zero, just thinking about it gives me the chills! I hope it’s not too serious.
I had this dream the very night of our famous argument, and following this dream, I asked the question about my daughter, whom I already thank for the answer I received; I am waiting to perhaps make a connection with this dream.
Kind regards
Ladysally
P.S. I haven’t received an interpretation of the dreams “violence with a deceased person” and “violence with a deceased person, part 2.” It would help me a bit to know?
