There is a house with some women, we are on it lt's a meeting of people linked to the world of cosmetics and a woman is teaching us things. Suddenly she talks about an ingredient for cosmetic formula and asks if anyone knows it. She is sitting on top of me astride her bed And I am lying down And I say: "Yes, I know him! I'll tell you why it's a secret but oh well! And I think of my own product. She explains that it is used to give color to pink products and that it can be considered a little artificial. I don't give it too much importance and I think I will be able to communicate it without problems because it is a natural derivative of a plant. We are in our old apartment with my husband, he is loading the elevator and there is a hanger on the wall of the elevator with clothes and the elevator is full of things as if we are leaving for the weekend. On the hanger are my clothes that I wore yesterday (mini skirt and blue sweater) And they are stained like vomit or orange sauce And I don't understand why I don't know what happened. I put on my sweater without realizing it and enter the apartment. In the double room there are 2 beds straddled one above the other in the middle of the room and there is not much mobility. The beds are made but poorly made. My husband and I are going to a Fair, I thought it was the one in on town but the taxi driver looks at the tickets we have given him and says; no, it is the other place, one that is between Barcelona and Cornellà. And I say thank you! Luckily he looked at it because otherwise we would have arrived late. We arrive at the place and is at the foot of some mountains. The Fair is about a specific topic that we talk about but I don't remember exactly what. The signs are red and black letters. When the taxi stops we all get out and he takes out his phone and says it's €13. And I see them on the screen. Then I think I'll give him a tip of 15, but I don't think it's much And I say "charge 20", so can I pay you in cash? Because I see that I have it in my wallet when I open it (3 €20 bills) And now he tells me "no, otherwise they won't give me the tip, it doesn't come out in my name. And then I tell him I pay by card. And he takes €1 out of his pocket and I tell him "no no, I'll pay you by card" And then he marks €21 on the computer screen and I think he stole €1 more but then I remember that he offered it to me in cash and I refused it. We pay and enter the Fair. We are going up into the Fair along a path as if it were a cave where the floor is full of soft vegetable waste. It gives me a lot of pain to walk there but I do because it is the way to go to get to the place. My husband goes behind me and there are many more people in front and behind doing the same way. The 2 women in front arrive as if in a secret fireproof door in a mound of dry waste and open it. I think, now I have to get in here? I can't make it, I don't know if I'll be able to open the door... I make 1 attempt and bounce on the pile of waste and fall back to the right. I take more momentum (my husband tells me "come harder and you can open it" And then I do and manage to open it. It appears as a ladder stuck to the wall. We climb it and the rest of the people in the row that comes behind tb. And we arrive at a wooden cabin where there is no one. We open the doors and it looks like a passing place where they have to come and find us to follow the guided route. People from our group are arriving and my parents appeared in the room. The group is gathered and begins its route through a back door. We can't go because we are waiting for my sister and her children. The first to arrive is my little nephew who is afraid to go up the stairs but a former manager from my old job comes out to help him get there and takes him down when he reaches the end of the stairs. Then I see my sister and her other child coming and I go back into the wooden cabin with my parents and the little one.
This dream appears to be a combination of different symbols and scenarios. Here is a potential interpretation:
The house with women and the meeting of people linked to the world of cosmetics represent a gathering of feminine energy and the exploration of beauty and self-care. The woman teaching you things symbolizes the acquisition of knowledge and expertise in this area.
The ingredient for the cosmetic formula may represent an hidden secret or special skill that you possess. Your willingness to share it despite it being a secret suggests your confidence in your own abilities. The discussion about the ingredient being artificial and the possibility of it being a natural derivative of a plant may reflect your desire for authenticity and using natural elements in your life.
The old apartment and the stained clothes could symbolize unresolved issues from the past or feelings of discomfort and embarrassment. The elevator and the clothes on the hanger may represent the process of