Good morning Sir,
Compliments of the season. Please assist with the interpretation of my dreams below:
1) I am in an office setting and it's like I just gave birth during the weekend for a colleague of mine 'S', and all throughout the pregnancy I am wondering how I got pregnant when I never had any sex at all even with him. The child is at home with 'S' wife and my mother is telling me to start my maternity leave. I resolve to go home and collect the child from their family and to go and get a birth certification for registration of birth.
2) I am having a conversation with my mother and step father about 'S'. I think he's saying that his surname that it's muslims that bear that name where he comes from. And I am telling my parents that 'S' is not a good person.
3) On my way to work, I stop by a bridge where there's a food market and at a staff I see them selling salad and some other items. I make an order for salad and sharwarma. While I am waiting for them to finish the sharwarma, they tell me that the salad is ready and I see they made a larger and more expensive salad. I refuse and tell them to make the smaller type that I originally ordered.
4) I am somewhere and waiting outside someone's house with some young boys in a car and I see those boys fondling a young girl's breasts and its like they want to start doing the same thing to me and I am thinking of an ex boyfriend then we get into the house and I am introducing myself to the owner of the house then I see a married colleague and as he comes in he wants to kiss me and I avert my face so that he pecks my cheek instead and he's saying that I didnt allow him to kiss me and I want to ask him about his wife.
5) I am on a plane and it's like we arrive in South Africa and as I come down from the plane, it's like I brought my cousin's old car on the flight and the environs dont look as impressive as I thought South Africa would look and I am asking some people that where do I drive the car and they are pointing to a dusty strip of road. As I am driving the car, I realise I must have forgotten my handluggage in the overhead locker of the plane. Scene changes and I find myself by the Customs & Immigration counter and the officials are saying something like the passengers have long been waiting for clearance, let's offer them refreshments. I see things like left over crackers and sphaghetti but when I get there I am offered eba. I now eat some of the eba as I am leaving, the eba falls on me and the official is saying that it was a test. I tell them that I only ate it because if I dont eat it will look as if I have something to hide. He's now asking some other passengers work related questions about Congo and after some discussions, they ask them to go. The official now turns and beckons to me that I can go with them.