DREAMS RECALLED

A decadent night

2011-12-05T15:40:00.000-08:00

Invited at a very special party by a friend, the soirée turns out to be a never seen experience for me.

One moment I was in a bar with my friend...and the moment after, I woke up in a very luxurious house with a bunch of young people in their late twenties and early thirties.

It was late evening. I felt that I had been drugged to be brought there. The people and the place seemed relaxed and friendly. There were women and men wearing expensive, sober, classic, stylish clothes. They look like professionals from the field of advertisement and marketing. They speak fluently many languages with literary and researched words and expressions. They also seem to be well above the average in term of intelligence. What am I doing there !?....hehe.

A fire burns in a fireplace. This place has been intelligently designed with a very special and good taste. Every little object has been picked judiciously. Lights were dimmed. A huge window beside us gives a breath-catching view on the city. And we are all sitting (if not lying) on dark burgundy leather couches. So comfy.

I hear them talk but I still cannot distinguish exactly what they are talking about. Delicious seafood hors d'oeuvres, plates of Blue and Camembert cheeses, bottles of Pomerol and Mouton Rothschild are laid on coffee tables around us. I hear an older man in his late thirties early forties talk close to me. He speaks French with a French accent like a rich and well-educated bourgeois from the 16e arrondissement in Paris. He reminded me of a man I used to work with downtown Montreal when I was young.

A foolish-looking young man in his early twenties comes with a silver plateau. It's filled with top quality drugs; white and red colored weed, extacy, coke, mush, LSD, heroin, crack, ice, etc. Name it ! They were all there. Like we proceed with cheese, we start with the lightest ones. A blond Canadian woman and a Chinese one started to kiss one another. The music was good. It's gonna be a wild night I guess.

Why are we here tonight ? What's the purpose of this event ? Who is that man who invited us ? What does he want from us ? What's his plan ? Is it safe to be here ? But eveything seem so inviting and enchanting, that I don't really want to know the answers to all those questions. A beautiful young woman sits beside me and kiss me with her red wine flavored lips. She's so pretty. She looks like Monica Bellucci in The Matrix. I fall under her charm like a sorceress spell. She can do whatever she wants with me...hehe.

After 10-15 minutes or so, I decide to explore that luxurious modern mansion. I love that place. I wish it was my house. I walk close to the huge window. The others decide to follow me. More couches and coffee tables. Like another living room within the main one, but a little bit diffirently decoded. More black, green and silver this time. The coffee table is made of a large plate of glass. They brough all the stuff over. I decided to pour myself a glass of Glenfiddich 40 years old. The best of the best ever. An hour later, I saw a baby with a light blue shirt and a diaper walking towards me on the couch....hehe. I swear to God, he was there ! People were laughing at me. I was not realizing that I was in the middle of an LSD trip. Someone had slipped it into my drink. I was carrying my ficticious baby around showing him to others. Look how cute he is !....hehe.

Zombies and Vampies again

2011-12-03T16:32:00.000-08:00

Dream in two parts

Part one: Zombies in the nature

Me and some of my male friends were driving in the countryside when...the inevitable happenened: zombies attacked us. As if it was a normal thing in everybody's life. Funnily, it was occuring every couple of miles or so. Tiring. Our minivan was a wreck. At least, we were safe inside. And we had guns too. Like a live video game, we were driving on a lonely road in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees and....zombies popping up from nowhere.

I remember a time when we blew them up at a gaz station. We attracted a large crowd just by the gaz tanks, then we fired our bullets in the midst of it. See you in hell MFKs !...hehe.

Part two: "Friendly" Vampires...

A modern and luxurious castle in L.A. A sophisticated rich host with a East European accent welcomed us nicely in his home. Me and my new wife from the other dream*(I lost my hotel) were sitting on a comfy sofa in the middle of the living room. Our host was sitting beside us accompanied by one of my wife's beautiful female friends. It was a charming evening... Mister D offered us red wine. I didn't drink it. I had doubts. He was a little too suave for me....hehe.

With so much ease, he totally charmed his guests. He then kissed the woman beside him and she got hypnotized. Like a game, I did the same with my wife. Then, he stood up and kissed her as well. I was shocked, but as a good sport I let it go, intrigued. She fell under his charm too. The man was very special. Mister D was decidedly a master in that field. Servants, butlers and strange creatures were laughing behind us behind large dark draperies.

I lost my hotel

2011-12-03T15:59:00.000-08:00

I was in a big hotel in a big american city. Was it Miami ? Atlantic City ? Las Vegas ? Dallas ? Chicago ? New York ? God knows.

I was with a group of tourists.

I got married...too fast...with a young asian woman. She was pretty, sweet, nice, smart, but....I bearly knew her....hehe. Why did I do that ?

Then, I lost my way around. I lost my group, my hotel, and my wife's phone number.

I ended up walking in the midst of games people where playing. All sorts of. Sexual, fighting, luxurious, funny, childish, sports, military, etc.

Art Squat

2011-07-25T12:56:00.000-07:00

What : This morning, I had that dream in a squat again. Like a part 2 of yesterday. This time, the squat was next to the place where I was living. Squatters from the neighborhood were dropping mostly at night, but the cafés were opened at certain hours everyday. Nicely decorated with contemporary paintings, sculptures, pieces, objects, constructions, structures, pretty girls were serving our expressos with or without alcohol, space cakes, chichas with cherry-flavored pot or hashish.

My son and I good a kick for a young designer. She was Caucasian, short, big brown eyes, black hair, tanned skin, small tits and a round firm ass. She was always smiling. A real sweetie. She got hooked by my son's smile and shinny eyes, and both of them went away to a cubicle back there for a while. I was a bit jealous. It's not funny to get old.

Those cubicles were surrounded by long sheets of different multicolored materials suspended on the high ceiling. Passed that place, the entrance. Large heavy warehouse doors that were sliding sideways.

Who : Me, my son and artists

Where : A squat for artists with large studios shared by many, changing cubicles for newly designed dresses or for quickies and little cafés.

When : a certain future

Why : a desire to live that way

2011-07-24T20:57:00.000-07:00

What : I dreamed of being part of a mission to escape Earth with hundreds of other chosen people. We were all going to live on a space station somewhere out there forever. The Earth was going to explode soon.

I remember that I met one of my good old friends and that we were back to good terms with one another like we used to be. There was a feeling of mutual admiration and understanding.

Strangely, the strongests among us were just holding to "solid" ropes hanged on the rockets or the space shuttle. Thanks God that we were strong enough and that we were wearing space.....

hehe. Actually, during my dream, we took off a few times, but never to leave Earth. Just to change location on Earth. Why !? I have no idea....lol. Maybe to pick up other people around the globe or to test the engines and us.

I remember we stopped beside a huge amphitheater and we all attended a sort of ceremony or a large briefing meeting. We felt like heroes or the last humans...

Who : Me, some of my old friends, schoolmates from High School, old professors, religious people, scientists, some politicians.

Where : Earth, direction to a space station.

When : In a near future

Why : A mix of fear of an apocalypse and a desire to be part of the chosen ones.

A City of Squatters

2011-07-24T20:38:00.000-07:00

What : The whole city was filled with squatters. The owners had left far away after the revolution. Nice buildings crowded with penniless people, including me.

I remember sleeping in a long box on a roof with my stuffs by my side. During my sleep, somebody stole something from me, but I forgot what it was.

I remember flashes of images from the insides. Old Victorian houses made of wood, high ceilings and lots of stairs up to the 12th floor on both sides of long corridors.

Who : Me, penniless people and pets.

Where : A big city taken over by poor people.

When : future

Why : Fear of my own future ? Subconscious desire for the future.

The King of All Vampires

2011-07-08T13:35:00.000-07:00

What : I made that nightmare this morning. All I remember is that I did fly a lot...hehe. Yes ! I was flying just like that without any wings or rockets in my back ! Good hey !? Well, actually, it felt very weird. Imagine that I was trying to go faster and faster during the dream. It became a trill after a while.

Who : Me, my loved-one, non-vampires, vampires, and the King of all Vampires (He looked like the guy on the left...lol.)

Where : In a big and futuristic city with very very high buildings. Ridiculously high....hehe. Many abandoned areas. And mostly, nothing seemed normal. I mean everywhere. Buildings, people, cars, stores, roads, things, dogs, birds. Nothing. And also, everything was black or dark grey, with a little bit of yellow, red, green, violet or blue, here and there. That's all. Even the sky was covered with clouds permanently. People and cars could fly and climb walls very easily. No need to drive cars on the roads so much anymore, except for merchandise and passengers transportation vehicles.

Buildings had big parking lots on the roof. They even had landing grounds for spaceships too. And believe it or not, I saw some buildings that were floating. They had no foundation. No need...lol. People were living in them. For some of them, the inside core was empty like lots of old apartment buildings in Hong-Kong. The rain fell in the center and people could look at it fall inside the building, so to speak. Plants were covering the walls from bottom to top and yellow lights were coming from some apartments through the plants.

I was in love with a young and pretty blond woman. She seemed so defenseless. I had to protect her from everything in the city. One day, as I was flying...as always...hehe., I received a signal of distress coming from her. I knew that something terrible had happened to her. I pressed a button on my watch and it showed me exactly where she was located. Without any hesitation, I commanded my brain to move A.S.A.P. towards that place. The technology couldn't allow us to teleport ourselves yet, but we could fly very quickly from point A to point B if really wanted to. Just with our will power....hehe.

So I arrived in the far east side of the city. It was an abandoned area filled with slums, old manufactures, warehouses, homeless people, petty thieves, cheap hookers, bums, psychopaths, zombies, vampires and so on. I was a bit worried. Not for me, but for her.

(to be continued....)

When : NO idea...lol.

Why : No idea yet.

Cannibals Ghetto (part 2)

2011-07-01T21:48:00.000-07:00

(Part 2)

So I heard a noise from that large flat white commercial-like building and its doors were open. Intrigued by it, I decided to enter and search for somebody to talk with. At least, I could have a little bit of explanation of all this.

All I saw were dirty white walls with small red specks and leaks at the bottom. The sound of chopping, sawing and cutting was increasing the more I was approaching a room located at the end of the corridor. I could smell meat and blood, just like at any butcheries or slaughter houses. As I was going to push one of the large doors of that room, the voice of middle-aged woman behind me demanded me not to enter that room. That it was forbidden for visitors. So I complied with her demand, but I was still curious.

When I turned around to look at her, I saw a pretty woman of my age with a smile on her face. She said: "Please follow me this way"! I followed her to her office near the entrance. She asked me politely to sit down and closed the door. "It's to have a quieter place to chat". I sat on a very nice and comfortable lazy-boy. "Do you want something to drink Mister....?", she asked. "Meeksberg", I answered. "Not a common name around here...". She was being courteous with me and I was enjoying her company at the same time. She poured me a scotch on the rocks as I like it. She sat behind the desk, me in front.

- "What can I do for you Mr. Meeksberg ?".

- "Well...I was on a trip to nowhere today. I took the city bus to the end of the line up the hill behind your little district. I took the path through the field and ended up here. Strangely, nobody wanted to talk to me in the street out there. Why is that so ?

- "It's because we've had troubles with street gangs and some foreigners lately. So the mayor of the district ordered its citizens to take security measures whenever someone unknown is showing up without notice. You must understand us Mr. Meeksberg. As you've probably noticed, our families have many children here, and we do our best to protect them from any intruders."

- "Oh! I'm so sorry. I had no intention to cause you any trouble whatsoever. If you want, I can call a cab and leave as soon as possible.

- "Oh no Mr. Meeksberg! You seem to be a gentleman. So, since you're here and it'll get dark in an hour, I'd like to invite you for dinner tonight if you don't mind."

- "That would be very kind from you Misses...?"

- "Carnie". Miss. Carnie.

- "So, what is this place exactly ?"

- "It's a slaughterhouse. We provide meat for many restaurants and hotels in this part of the city and in the South Suburb. Most of the adults have been working at the company for generations. It was founded by my grandfather after the First World War in 1919. Now it belongs to me. I'm very proud of our enterprise. Business goes quite well in the recent years. We have expand our volume and span of products.

(to be continued....)

The young mammoth

2011-05-30T18:56:00.000-07:00

What : I dreamed of a young mammoth. I was lying down on my belly with my right arm stretched in front of me. Being half-asleep, I felt something fluffy on my wrist. Strange. I didn't pay too much attention cause I was so tired. But the thing kept moving up and down my arm like if it was caressing me. Then I opened my eyes slowly. I couldn't clearly see what it was. All I could seeing was something like an elephant trunk moving on my arm. Instead of panicking, I smiled. It felt good to bound with that animal. It was friendship at first sight...hehe.

It liked me and I liked it. Then I gently touched its trunk with my hand. It moved its trunk towards my face and rubbed it. I stayed on the grass. I got a bit scared by the size and the strength of the animal. I realized it was not an elephant, but a MAMMOTH ! In the XXIst century !!?? What was it doing here !? I realized that I was dreaming...hehe.

Who : Me and the mammoth

Where : In a field of wheat, at the edge of a forest, right beside a tree.

When : No clue. It was daytime.

Why : A sign of comfort. Like the one provided by a fluffy toy animal we used to have when we were young kids. It felt very good. A double feeling of comfort/security and friendship. I was in peace with nature.

Cannibals Ghetto

2011-05-19T12:48:00.000-07:00

What : A few weeks ago, I had a nightmare and since then, I still see horrible images of it. It was about my stay among cannibals living in a ghetto. I have to write it down and get rid of it.

I was quietly walking in my neighborhood when I decided to do something off the wall : take a bus for a nowhere. The end of the line somewhere outside my hometown. Arriving there, it was a a crescent where the bus turned around back to where it came from. Strangely, that place was apparently void of people. Abandoned houses with barricaded windows and doors. Lawns hadn't been cut for years. The bus driver had a strange smile when I got off as if he knew that something terrible was gonna happen to me.

The bus left, I looked around, not a sound. Not even squirrels, birds or insects. Not even the wind whistling through branches. What is that place ? If there's nobody living here, why is there still a bus stop ? Why didn't the city simply close down the line ? Why did they all move away from here ?... How come I have not heard of it in the local news ? What happened here ? A radioactive leak from a nearby nuclear plant ? Serious underground pollution ? Local criminality ? What ? I have to walk around in search for a sign, a clue.

Nothing so far. Even squatters don't dare living here. There must be a very good reason. At the end of the road, where the bus stop is, there a little path in a small field that leads to an opened fence. On the other side, another field. Bigger. I decided to walk on that earthy road to see where it brings me to. Down a hill, a bunch of residential buildings. Some three floor high, some two, some only one. A few people are wandering around and kids playing in the street. Finally ! Civilization...

When I reached them, they all walked back home quickly. Afraid of me !? Impossible. Afraid to be seen !? More probable. But why ? Anyway. Let's look around. There is just a dozen of houses and commercial buildings on that street. It looks like a ghetto. With close neighbors, kids playing in the street, open doors and windows, no car circulation, clothes hanged on ropes, it looks like a lively neighborhood. Not friendly, but lively...hehe. Behind buildings, dense bushes and tall trees. Facades are dirty, old paint coming off, some windows broken, some barricaded, lawn grass left to itself. I hear the sound of cars and trucks from afar. A cutting noise comes from a white and large building. Its front door is open.

(To be continued.....)

Who : Me and the cannibals

Where : a suburb somewhere in North America.

When : Now

Why : I'll tell you later

Rocketman

2011-04-25T10:07:00.000-07:00

What: I dreamed of flying with an apparatus similar to the one used by 007 in Thunderball. I remember that dad lost patience while explaining to me how to wear that thing. I'm surprised 'cause usually it was him who didn't know how to wear or fix things....lol.

The Jetpack in my dream wasn't exactly like the one flown by James Bond. It was all covered with a thick white cotton, except for the rockets.

Who: I was with dad and bros.

Where: On a mountain like Mont-Royal with a view on the City of Montreal.

When: now ?

Why: Need of flying with my family ? Seriously, symbolists and shrinks would say it is a desire of showing them my autonomy. That repressed subconscious desire still seems to be important today. There're also other desires annexed to it: first, the wish to be together with them and feel the sense of belonging. Second, the desire of being admitted as a man, in particular by them. Another important passage for a man in his life. Third, the all-over white color maybe represents a sense of purity, harmony, "angelness" ? Interesting dream.

Son of Mescal

2011-03-04T20:45:00.000-08:00

That dream was a powerful one. I felt more stoned than I ever was. My son had given me something. Was it a pill or a smoke? I don't recall. We were both standing on the little hill where my parents had their chalet on the side of Lake Provost. It was winter. A big wind is blowing on the lake. So big, that it carried us to the other side of the lake....at about 700 meters away... I felt my body glide on the snow's surface that was covering the lake at a great speed. Frozen cold speed....If you know what I mean....

Then, we both ended up on the shore of the other side of the lake, and walked inside a little chalet a few steps away. My head was spinning a lot. I fell down on the living room's floor. All I remember is a fireplace and wood walls all around. Then, poofff !!! Blank. Apparently, I woke up a few hours later. Three young people of Lawrence's age, more or less, were lying around on sofas and cushions. It was very comfortable in there. Lawrence was still out of this world in his own. I recognized his friend Gab. He was smiling, then laughing. "Shit man ! What the fuck was that !?", I said. He answered : "Mescaline". Was it really !? I felt like anesthetized.

After a quick look on Wikipedia under the word "mescaline", I have found that it was used for shamanic and medicinal purposes by Native Americans in Mexico, up to 6000 years ago !!! I must have taken a very big dose, since I lost conscience. But I found my subconscious.

Lawrence is waking up. "Jesus Christ!", he says. "What the f%$?k happened?". Everybody burst into laughters. The black Labrador jumped on him and licked his face. Maple logs were slowly burning in the fireplace behind us. Our guests offered us drinks. Hot Irish Coffees. They own the chalet. It's a young hippie couple. They had taken our coats and boots off, covered us with tick handmade blankets and put a fresh pillow under our heads. Cool dudes. I felt welcomed as a member of their own family. It's nighttime already. There's no way we're going outside now. I have the feeling we're heading for another "trip" in an hour or so. But for the meantime, we just sat quietly on the floor and drank our coffee. We were looking at each other silently. Something big had happened. We all knew that. We could understand each other without saying a single word. My eyes were opened like those of a Tarsier. If you don't know what it is, just Google it for its image. It had very big eyes....hehe. "I see! I see! Doctor, I can see !", said Woody Woodpecker.

To be continued.....

Une vue sur l'apocalypse

2011-03-04T17:02:00.000-08:00

La visite d'un quartier jadis huppé situé en haut de la montagne composé de vieilles maisons faites de planches de bois peintes en vert forêt, gris ou bleuet, et munies de portes d'aluminium. Une grande véranda dans un vieil hôtel remplie de familles en visite, un vieux camion de livraison des années 50 encore fonctionnel, et au loin, le ciel noir de l'apocalypse. Je suis comme Tom Cruise dans La Guerre des Mondes regardant le ciel s'assombrir et pressentant la fin du monde tel que nous le connaissons. Quelle est cette menace qui viendra s'abattre sur nos têtes bientôt ?

Flying

2011-03-04T15:10:00.000-08:00

In today's dreams, I flew over a forest and bookshelves.

In the first one, an old classmate and good friend of mine was hiding in bushes located in the middle of a peat-bog, and I, had to fly swiftly over across the zone. It was a dangerous game in which the winner had to strike the other first. With real bullets... Why didn't we use paint balls instead ?... I guess I was wearing real wings and using my arms to hold a real machine-gun. Crazy story.

The second dream was still about flying, but instead of a peat-bog, it was in a big and beautiful bookstore. First, I entered the store like the others, by walk. I was accompanied by my classmates. I remember that I picked a thin blue textbook of French lessons, followed by two other books of forgotten topics. After 15 minutes or so, walking around bookshelves, my head started to spin, my vision got blurred, and I was about to pass out. Suddenly, my body got lighter and lighter every second. I was floating in mid air.

Feeling excited, my senses came back to me. I stood horizontally and commanded my body to fly around over people's head, between or over bookshelves, at every corner of empty spaces. I felt like a little bird free to go anywhere it wants to. After a few laps around the place, I slowed down and came back on my feet again . Everybody was astonished by my aerial feats. They all came to me and bombarded me with questions I couldn't all answer, of course. How did I know why I did those things ? The store manager, a pretty geek with glasses in her thirties, took me by the arm and brought me away from the crowd. She made me a business proposition : "You can take six books out of any books in the store for free each week for one month ! If you accept to fly around three hours per day during one month. Agree" !? I agreed without hesitation. A book lover like me couldn't refuse that.

I was still wondering why that happened to me that day. Anyhow, it was a wonderful thing. My life wouldn't be the same after that. My heart filled with joy again, I asked the manager to stand behind me and hold me tight. I closed my eyes and began to fly one more time. She was overwhelmed with happiness. Isn't it one of the greatest dreams to be able to fly by ourselves ? Almost sexual, I was turned on by that much freedom. Women, girls and even some men were touching me while I was flying behind their back in alleys. Some thought I was an angel. Jesus Murphy ! An angel !? Me !? Ha ! My God ! At least, more potential customers were showing up and sales went up by 25 % that month. They even called the main office to announce a special meeting to introduce me to the president and the board of administrators. She asked me if I could stay another month. I accepted on one condition : that she also accepted to have a dinner with me. She acquiesced.

LOst

2011-01-17T13:09:00.000-08:00

What : Lost in a big city's outskirt

Where : A fictitious american city

Who : Me, my parents, strangers.

When : ? 3:30am to 12:00

Why : Because I decided to get some help.

Plot : It all started when I was accompanying my parents in my father's car. The one he had when I was 7 years old. A coffee-colored Ford Grand Torino 1972. It was 3:30am when our car either broke down or got blocked by a mid-size wheel loader. It's not clear. Anyhow, I decided to get off the car, and get some help alone. One thing sure : I was not 7 years old then...hehe. It felt like 16 or 18...But who knows !?

My parents where inside the car and were waiting for me. That's what I thought, until I turned back to look at them 200m behind me. They were gone. Strange... My heart pumps like hell at the idea that maybe something happened to them. The car was at an intersection of two residential streets. And now, I'm at the end of the street. A cul-de-sac. Just before a big empty field crossed by a very narrow trail that ends on the other side, where there's an old small american shopping center. One with only two or three floors. There were a few lights turned on in the middle section of the long-shaped building. I entered.

Hoping for help, I asked a middle-aged black man standing behind a glass and a high counter. He said : "You have to wait nine o'clock when the stores open. Now, only the resto-bar and the ticket booth are working". I stayed speechless with my dead fish eyes. "Where can I make a phone call around here "? The man showed me a phone booth by the road at about 150m. "Thanks". Standing at the door next to him inside, there was a doorman, and two clients of the bar who were talking about their bets. They were all looking at me strangely asking themselves who was I, where was I going to, and mostly, W.T.F. was I doing there at 4:00am in the morning !?...

Checking for some change in my pockets, I headed for the phone booth. I had to cross the parking lot. There were only four or five cars. In 30 minutes, the first passengers for the five o'clock bus would arrive to buy their tickets and get themselves ready to get on board. Before entering the booth, I glanced around to make sure nobody was following me. Quickly, I grab the phone, put the change in the slot, and dial. Nobody answers. My mom who was in charge of answering calls while dad was driving, had probably forgotten to turn it on... Insdead of staying too long for nothing, I decided to go back inside. It felt safer. Every 15 minutes or so, I making the same way back to the phone booth again and again for two hours. Nothing. I was seriously worried for them. Then, I called the cops.

The police showed up 15 minutes later. They knew there was no rush on a case like this. Usually, it's solved without hours the same day with no harm. Only fear. The cops suggested me to accompany them to the station, which I refused. I preferred to take the bus for downtown. Had to change my mind from that thing. It was a beautiful warm and sunny day. I told the cops I would be in touch them once an hour or so. If they wanted to contact me, I would be the whole day at the Starbucks Café, corner Younge and King.

I then waited the bus in line with all those strangers who were heading downtown for work. Somehow I was fine... The wind in my hair, the rays shinning on my face, the smell of eau de toilette from some women waiting in front of me to get on the bus. A smile came up from God knows where. I was alone in an unknown city. Anonymous. Free. On my own. Like a teenager who escaped from home for a few days. The guild was overwhelmed by the excitement. In a way, I was not in a hurry to find them. I actually let them find me even if I knew that something wrong had happened to them. Not to me. That's what counted. I was OK and ready to fly by myself. What a good excuse to say goodbye. What if they knew that !? What if they chose that occasion to drive away and let me find my own way in life !? I almost hoped so. It would have been a genius plan. Anyway. I'm sitting by a right-side window in the middle of the bus and am looking outside nowehere...

(to be continued in another dream....)

The Friendly Horse

2010-11-24T13:57:00.000-08:00

WHAT : A RACING TYPE HORSE DARK REDDISH BROWN ADOPTED ME AS HIS FRIEND. HE WAS ALWAYS SO HAPPY TO SEE ME THAT EACH TIME HE RAN TO ME, PUSHED ME TO THE GROUND WITH HIS HEAD, AND LIED DOWN BESIDE ME PLAYFULLY.

WHO : ME AND THE HORSE

WHERE : IN A STABLE

WHEN : NOW

WHY : THE NEED OF COMFORT AND UNDERSTANDING

I was child, he was a giant.

2010-10-19T09:21:00.000-07:00

WHAT : A giant man that I knew from a summer job long time ago fell in love with me after seeing me again. He was so tall and huge, just like André The Giant, 7'4"-520 pounds. When he met me again, he hold me close to him all the time. He was grabbing me, caressing me, kissing me. I was totally disgusted. Whatever my efforts to free myself from him, I couldn't. He was too strong. I wanted to throw up.

But after a while he felt good being in control, he started to relax, to laugh and was less attentive. Then, I found a way to escape. I ran as fast as I could far away from his place. Inside my heart, I was suffering and crying in silence. I wanted to scream my pain out, but, nothing. All I could do was : running.

I saw a police car and asked him to bring me to a hospital. What he did. I talked to a nurse, a doctor, and they put me to sleep. A day or two later, a young woman came to pay me a visit. She looked sweet and understanding. But I couldn't trust anybody. I was in shock. She was looking at me like my mother would have. I started to tremble with fear. Not even a sound could come out of my mouth. Images of that "monster" were flashing back in front my eyes. I had been through hell. The nurse told that woman to leave me alone and gave me an injection to fall asleep.

The day after, the gentle woman came back with flowers and chocolates. She was wearing a beautiful summer dress, white with small blue flowers, and was wearing a subtil sweet and flowery perfume. Despite all this, the pain was still present. Thanks God I was in a safe place, in a private room. She was talking to me gently... Her voice was like music. And she was not bothering me with questions. Just comforting words. Then...an hour later, I broke into tears. None stop for 20 minutes, I couldn't hold them. I was crying so much that I kept caughing. She was wiping my face with a warm wet towel. Every now and then, I was yelling my lungs out for a minute or so, and was falling back to my lithany of cries.

I even came to a point that I hated myself for what had happened to me. I couldn't believe that I got caught into a situation like this. I couldn't accept that I had been powerless. Why didn't I escape before those events !? How could I have let him do these things to me !? I was child, he was a giant. I hate him so much !... I wish he was dead. But somewhere, I have pity for him. Why ? Maybe he was a child too.... He said he was my friend. He said he wanted me to stay with him forever. He said I was an angel. He said I was his treasure. But all those words were just thoughts in my head. That woman knew what I was thinking. She could read those words in my eyes. Maybe she had lived the same experience before.

She took my hand in hers and kept looking at me and said : You are safe now. The police caught him. You are at the hospital, and my name is Julie. I am a social worker. I'm here help you.

Afterward, a little voice inside my heart told me that the nightmare was over and that she could be trusted. I liked her eyes. I slowly opened my mouth and asked her for water. She smiled, stood up and went to pour me a small glass of water. She pushed a button to lift the upper part of my bed, so I could sit. At the same time, I vomited my guts out. Still disgusted. The image of his ugly face and his bad breath were impregnated in my brain. It felt like he was still there beside me. Then I jumped with spasms like if a high-voltage current went through my muscles. They were so contracted that I was not able to relax them back. The nurse had to give me an injection to calm them down.

"Julie", I said. "Stay with me". She stayed. All day, all night. For three days, she was accompanying me every second. She fed me, brushed my hair, washed my body with a towel, wiped me, cleaned my messes, read books, was ordering fresh flowers for me every morning, and even kissed me before sleeping. She was like my mom.

A week later, she drove me out of the hospital to a shelter. A place unknown by anybody but her, the police and a few other therapists like her. It was tidy, clean and pretty. Simple, but pretty. I felt good entering that home. I didn't want to go back to my home. That's where "The Giant" came to catch me. It wasn't my home anymore.

I saw her for more than a year on a daily basis and we became very good friends. Even after I recovered enough and moved back home, she paid me regular visits. Life was not the same anymore.

WHO : André The Giant-like man, me, and a young woman therapist.

WHERE : In my teenage hometown suburb of Montreal

WHEN : Now

WHY : Fear of myself ? Guilt ? Repressed desires ? A nighmarish past ? A reverse transfer feeling ?

Dream No.26

2010-09-08T21:29:00.000-07:00

What: I got caught and thrown by good hockey players to be part of their team.

Who: Me and them

Where: In a locker room with them

When: Then

Why: To prove to somebody that I could perform and achieve something in life ? I dunno...

Dream No.25

2010-09-08T21:21:00.000-07:00

What: It's about a fish I was in love with. A female fish of course....hehe.

Who: Me and "her" and others

Where: Underwater of a pound

When: Then

Why: Because I felt closer to her than with humans.

Dream No. 24

2010-09-08T19:53:00.000-07:00

What: A crowd is standing on the balcony of the chalet surrounded by window screens. They seem to have crashed in uninvited. They speak loud in a chaotic manner. Some hold glasses of champagne.

Who: Me and unknown people

Where: The balcony

When: In summer or fall

Why: unknown. The look like as if they were celebrating something I ignore, or as if the chalet was sold in auction without my permission. I remember having told tell that I was the owner and that I wished them to leave at once.

Dream #23

2010-07-19T12:21:00.000-07:00

Strangely, I dream a lot these days, but I cannot even remember one single image. It's very frustrating, especially that I used to write about them on this site. What's happening to me ? Am I too preoccupied by my financial situation ? Is it the fact that my son came back living with me ? Do I unconsciously refuse to remember ? Weird....

Dream # 22

2010-01-20T18:26:00.000-08:00

What : I had just moved in a slum. An apartment located on the last floor of a building. Two neighbourgs and the superintendant helped me move my stuffs upstairs. They looked suspiciously friendly. After having set all my belongings, I heard kids play in the hallway downstairs. I opened my door to see them having fun. I saw a little blond girl with her mom. Both dirty, they were wearing worned multicolor flower dresses. They looked surprised to see me and staired at me, speechless, with questioning faces. I stepped back home with sadness.

The day after, I went to work. When I came back home, everything was gone. Furniture, clothes, personal objects, etc. Gone ! The landlord showed up saying that I had been kicked out for no reason. Just like that !.... He said that it was useless to call the police, because they wouldn't bother come to this slum. I was on the street, deprived of all my stuffs, only the clothes I had on me, my shoes, my wallet, my watch, and my briefcase.

Who : Me, neighbourgs, the superintendant and the landlord.

Where : An apartment building built in the 50's but never really well-maintained. All the walls and ceiling were light green color of a sick aspect. Like the one we find in some old hospitals.

When : Uncertain future

Why : Fear of being kicked out, abandonned by others...

Dream # 21

2010-01-02T06:32:00.000-08:00

What : I imagined a little girl fishing and competing with with me to see who's gonna catch the first fish and the biggest one....hehe.

Who : A little girl and me. She was wearing a lovely summer dress of a light blue color, sleeveless and with frills.

Where : At a lake. Either on the shore (snad beach or big rocks) or on a pier.

When : Now (?)

Why : Maybe that dream was playing with my mind on many levels....

Dream # 20

2009-12-25T07:21:00.000-08:00

What: I dreamt of snakes in the house. Not threatening ones. Kind of friendly ones actually. The problem is that there were growing in size and in numbers. I wanted to get rid of them by chasing them all over the house, but my sister-in-law taught me to let them be. Not to be their enemy nor their friend. At one point, I was confused.

Should I eliminate them and protect my house from those creatures for good ? Or, should I welcome them as being part of my life like a being I should cohabit with ? She even showed me how to hold it in my hands or on my body. I still didn't want to adopt her idea. I was still capturing them with a long stick with a "V" end, and was cutting their heads with a sharp knife. She showed my friends and I how she was able to bite into one of these reptiles' bellies and let the bile sprinkle out. We were all amazed by her skill. We looked at her with admiration and fear.

Who: Me, my sister-in-law and her husband, my elder brother, friends.

Where: In my house

When: Now

Why: I think my sister-in-law visited me in my dream to teach me how not to fear Evil and cohabit with it without being its friend nor friend. Is it a lesson of life ? Maybe.

Dream # 19

2009-12-16T01:08:00.000-08:00

What : My son and I were invited to a sordid place: the self-made settlement on the rooftop of a building located in an old district of Kowloon in Hong-Kong. Very specific isn't it !? First, I was not supposed to be there. But, because I was walking in the neighboring streets with my boy, during a trip to Hong-Kong, I decided to enter a shop.

It looked like a pawn shop filled to the cealing with used objects. It was a front for their hidden businesses : anything illegal, name it, they had it. All in one place. That building. By entering there, I knew what I had in mind already. Then, I saw someone standing behind the counter with the manager. It was my actual landlord. What was he doing there ? He is also kind of surprised, but not so.

He asked me : "What are you doing in Hong-Kong Mr. Du? Is there something I can do for you ?" Then I replied : "Maybe...."(with shyness and embarrassment). I walked with him and my son in one the store's alleys. I spoke in covered words and coded messages so my son wouldn't understand them. Only us. He understood very easily and nodded his head. Then, we all followed him up the stairs to the rooftop. 9 floors. Shanty houses were built out of wood boards and metal panels, thrown windows and doors, concrete blocks and bricks.

We stopped in front of a small shelter. No windows. The door had a big lock at the door. Was it against intruders or from preventing someone or something to get out ? What I was about to discover was not what I was looking for at the first place. Sitting in the middle of the place surrounded with a few things, looking like a prisoner and a spiritual master: a creature. Not human not animal, but both. What I asked for was a simple human. Suddenly, the creature transformed itself in front of us. His bottom part changed from snake to lion. His body top metamorphosed from woman to man.

The creature spoke with a deep and gentle voice. We were mesmerized. While speaking, his gestures were graceful and inviting. He told us not to be afraid of him and asked us to come closer. That we did. He turned towards my son and smiled to him. Despite his fear, my son was all ears and was staring at him with admiration. After a few minutes only, the creature asked us if he could stay alone with my son for a few days. I was reluctant at first, but my son expressed his desires to stay there with him. I looked at my landlord and the latter gave me his word of trust that nothing would happen to my son. Then we left.

Who: My son, me, my landlord, his mobsters, a master half-animal half-human.

Where: In a slum of Hong-Kong.

When: A couple of years ago.

Why: To confront my fears and my attraction towards a certain type of deviancy and the acceptance of certain unavoidable evils.

Dream # 18

2009-11-20T06:55:00.000-08:00

What: Treasure hunt filled with enigmas in a race against Satan. If I win, I get the girl. If he wins, he gets my soul. But he's very smart, very fast and he's a very good cheater. I just remember that at the end of the race, when I think that I have all the keys to win and that I almost get my lover's heart, HE shows up saying that he fooled me all the way. But while he was saying that, I came up with an idea about a small detail that triggered me during the race. The chinese boxes. Small wooden boxes with a slidding lid and on the top of each one ; a colored animal.

Who: Me, my loved one and some friends

Where: Anywhere

When: Now

Why: A personal challenge between love and evil.

Dream # 17

2009-09-27T21:01:00.000-07:00

What : Hideout from a bike gang. We were hiding cocaine that we had stolen from them. Never do that in the real life !.....hehe.

The house was pretty, but had been abandoned for a while. So the exterior and interior look weren't fresh nor inviting. Windows were tinted or boarded. Strangely, the house was located at only 7 or 8 meters from one of the city boulevards. Some hideout !

My bro didn't seem to be afraid at all. He looked like he was ready for them, whenever they decide to attack. The advantage we had : lots of potential witnesses all around and proximity to downtown.

I remember that the walls were light green. Not of humidity, but from the last layer of paint. A very nice green called Persian green. Large squares of transparent plastic sheets were covering the windows from the inside to save energy. Beds consist merely of mattresses lying on rooms floor. Lots of communicating rooms, bathrooms and closets...hehe.

I found a fist-size bag filled with coke. I mistakenly poked it with my ring and the powder puffed out right at my face. I was sort of deceived that the effect wasn't instantaneous. So I grabbed some in my hand and plunged my mouth and nose into it....hehe. Nothing.

When the gang decided to strike, with only a dozen of bikers, we were ready. After a few minutes, half of them were down and the other half was pissing in their pants. Except the leader who was staying at a distance. My brother caught him last with a trap and tied him with a thin steel cable around the neck, wrists and ankles. He was still alive I think.

After it was done, I proposed bro to fly away from there A.S.A.P. . Before a much larger group shows up with big weapons. He told me to calm down and rest for a while. So I decided to relax in the solarium. Strangely, it was accessible from a regular door at a corner of the living room. The room was long, high, with the front side convexed. It was an annex built at the house's facade to where we have to walk down a few steps in order to reach the solarium's floor. There were big windows, but unfortunately, they were all boarded. We couldn't see outside. The inside was thankfully beautiful enough to enjoy to sit in and chill. Same Persian green, glass tables and pitch black furniture. Except here, there are plants, flowers, reading material and a stereo. I adopted the place right away. End of the dream.

Who: Me at the age of 15 maybe, my second elder brother, and a few of his friends.

Where: In a big bungalow located in a North shore suburb of Montreal.

When: 1980

Why (Symbolic) : Lots of male testosterone, back in time to show a certain courage, need of original family ties, interior beauty and serenity despite the drama around me, colors of trial, action, fulfillment, and chance.

Dream # 16

2009-09-25T16:08:00.000-07:00

What : Curiously pleasant imprisonment. I even had sex with some of my female "directors".

Who: Me and other guys. Mostly white guys.

Where: Like a Closed Center. Not a prison.

When: Nighttime

Why: Because I did something wrong in the eyes of some people. What ? I don't remember.

Daydreaming

2009-08-18T07:44:00.000-07:00

I have to admit that I don't only dream at night. Some moments during the day are spent daydreaming. Personally, it's more of a second nature than a conditional practise. It is a question of mental balance, I guess. Sincerely, if I had not those, I would become totally crazy. I believe that daily pressures have to have a counterpart to harmonize our life. Otherwise....

Here's a lovely picture of the White Cloud Mountain in the city of Guangzhou. I wish I had taken that photo, but I was there in Spring 97 with my wife. It was absolutely stunning ! That moment in time is engraved in my mind forever. I was sitting there, sipping my monkey-picked tea in that lovely teahouse, half-way up to one of the mountain's peaks.

2009-08-08T19:56:00.000-07:00

Une image vaut mille mots.../ A picture is worth a thousand words.../一张图片胜过千言万语

Dream # 15

2009-08-05T09:41:00.000-07:00

What: I dreamt so much last night ! Like I almost never did before ! It was a very long school examination. And I felt I was so slow and dum...compared to others....a failure....

Who: Me and old classmates from high school...I saw Alain Bigué and Alain Papineau talking together in the cafeteria. They had finished their test much before anybody. Not surprising...hehe. I saw also my old friend with whom I used to pair with for school works, Michel Tremblay... All guys I admired for their brain, their hard-working abilities and initiatives. Models....

Where: In a huge school library

When: Now

Why: I think it's more than just an academic test. It's a life one.

Dream # 14

2009-06-20T22:11:00.000-07:00

What: Car races and crashes. Like a competition to see who is gonna jump the highest and/or the fathest with his car. And not just an ordinary car...hehe. Sometimes, a tiny little car that looks like a toy box, some have a rocket booster at the back or uderneath...hehe. They could jump over trains or truck convoys. Me and my son were not part of it. We were just watching. One of his friends was doing it. We said hello and good luck, but he didn't reply as if he didn't see us.

Who: Me, my son, his friend Jean, and others.

Where: At a forest edge.

When: Now

Why: I don't know. Maybe my son and I were tempted to participate, but we preferred to watch for reasons of security. Maybe we had our share of extreme emotions already, and it was time to slow down and chill. No more mysteries and heavy stuffs.

Dream # 13

2009-05-29T00:10:00.000-07:00

What: We were whipping a "real stretching" snake above our heads and throwing it into a drain along the wall that would circle the huge room in which we were standing in.

Who: A group leader older than me, me, and two-three other persons.

Where: In the subbasement of a building made of wet and dirty concrete, surrounded by pipes, drains and cables. The lights were dimmed.

When: Timeless

Why: To master the snake. To make sure it was strechted and inside the drain at all time. Otherwise, it would be threatening our lives. It was kinda scary game.

Dream # 12

2009-05-11T20:36:00.000-07:00

What : Searching for my kid in a big school. There are a lot of students walking in line. I recognize some of them from the school I used to work at. Like a mad man, I kept asking kids if they had seen my son. At times, I saw him, but he was too busy or out of reach. I had barely enough time to talk to him or hug him ; he was gone.

Who : Me, my son, students, teachers.

Where : A primary and secondary school

When : In one year from now.

Why : I want to get closer to him, and I want him to get closer to me.

Dream # 11

2009-05-11T20:23:00.000-07:00

What : Killing Zombies that looked like real living people. They were nice at first, but tried to get closer to me to the point of....wanting to eat me alive....I fought them back by stealing their weapons (knives, swords, saws, long big needles, metal ropes). I remember that I killed many of them, and more and more kept showing up.

Who : Me and the Zombies

Where : In a Big House with lots of hallways, doors and no windows. Light beige was the only color.

When : Unknown

Why : Fighting personal frustrations. Revenge on people who impose themselves, or those who take too much space in my life.

Dream # 10 - The Play

2009-03-24T21:13:00.000-07:00

What : A huge theatre play on the mission of an arab-muslim leader (I'm playing the lead role). I forgot my lines and my cues, but I got help from Geneviève and Michel. As the arab leader, I walked to the middle of the stage without saying one word, and stared at an abstract painting. Waves of blue, green and black strokes. I didn't say a word. My next intervention was a speech to my people on the radio. After it, a mentally sick guy lost it in the backstage, banged his knees, fists, and head on the wall. Screaming like a possessed soul. They brought him to the nearest hospital. Finally, when the lights went up, and the spectators were gone, I skated around the track covered with ice. I took a glimpse at the cross on top of a fake hill.

Who : Me, Geneviève(one of my therapists), Michel Tremblay(an old friend from high-school), a mentally sick guy, and plenty of other people(actors, technicians, spectators).

Where : A closed stadium like the Bell Centre in my hometown.

When : Now

Why : Maybe because I am mixing wishes and sorrows, personal and public lives. Do I see acting as a metaphor or a real wish ? Those friends who helped me played a real role in the backstage... And the crazy guy is probably me in a way... I remember his face very clearly. He's a guy I met before, but don't recall where...

The end...hehe.

Cars

2009-03-08T08:53:00.000-07:00

Dream # 9

What: Cars. First part, sitting behind a F1 while Sissi's GF was driving minimum 100 km/h in the city streets... At our arrival, she parked the car in a huge private garage. I then tried to start the engine by myself and wanted to drive it on the road: the front transmission broke in two pieces...A guy I know (also an Olympic coach) put the pieces in his big LTD Country Squire 1973 (like my Dad used to have).
Who: Me, Sissi, her girlfriend, the coach from my group.
Where: Around Taschereau Blvd. on the South-Shore of Montreal
When: Now
Why: Because I felt "slow" and "weak" yesterday ?...hehe.

Chaotic Ensemble

2009-03-04T19:12:00.000-08:00

Series of Dreams...

What: Being Chased
Who: Me, Xiaomin (Former girlfriend), a Dark Queen, secret allies and enemies.
Where: A bright yellow city with endless walls within walls, rooms within rooms. Another
dimension, another time.
When: Like now, but in a parallel dimension that follows a different time frame.
Why: Because I felt that I had to escape and hide from some kind of dark spirit (The Queen).

Freshly made Nighmare

2009-02-19T03:24:00.000-08:00

Nightmare # 1

What: Dead Threat from a Gang of six men in their twenties and thirties. They were first just annoying. But after a few hours, they were insisting. Strangely, we didn't call the police. Maybe we thought we could manage this ourselves. The sun was going down. Despite being chronicly lung sick, my mom was shouting at them through the mosquito net of the front window. I was standing beside her, looking at the guys. Then, I walked outside to talk to them.

One younger man was hiding behind the big pine tree located in front of the house. I was pissed off, and told them to leave or I was about to call the police. Then, one older guy answered me : We will be back to kill you all ! For a while, they left with the bus. At dark, I heard someone playing with the front door knob. I stood behind making sure it was locked. Then, I realized they've unlocked it from outside with a special tool. I heard them laughing, but couldn't see them. They were dressed in black from head to toes. I went back inside in the living room on my knees behind the front window. Mom was still shouting at them spitting all the breath she got. It was almost funny to see that. Then I took over. I pushed the screen out, and sticked my head and shoulders outside, and yelled to them with one big strong and low-pitch voice. I realized that within my dream I was really shouting and woke up at that precise moment.

Who: Me and my parents
Where: At our family house by the river.
When: In the past. A year or so before my mother died. Summer 1989.
Why: They wanted to impose their presence on our proprety by leaving a coachbus
(burgundy color with the label of a real bus company "La Québécoise" on the side) in
our drive-way.

That nightmare really turned me upside down.

Fresh Dreams

2009-02-11T22:31:00.000-08:00

Dream No. 7

What: The discovery of an historical teasure in America. Three American Country houses. The main and biggest one has two stories high and a basement. The two others are located a few meters away from the first on the same land. There are all about 125 years old, built with thick wood boards covered with white paint or lime.
The dream starts with me and my ex-wife digging in the basement of the main house. Nobody knew this property had treasures. We found them while renovating and digging in the basement. The end of the dream finishes with the first tourists to visit our place.

Who: Me, my ex-wife, and tourists.
Where: along a road in countryside America
When: Now
Why: Made the site known by the public, but kept the treasures for us.

Dream No. 8

What: Being chased in a tall office building by a mob in black suits and ties willing to shoot me on the spot.
Who: Me, my supervisor (Jeanne Charette), colleagues, the mob.
Where: My office building. Hallways, offices, toilets, stairs, elevators.
When: Now.
Why: I hold an vital information that concerns a mysterious client.

Movies and Dreams

2009-02-08T15:06:00.000-08:00

Everybody knows that movies feed themselves upon dreams, and in return, nourish spectators with'em. I realize how strong those movies had an effect on my life since the very beginning. Even my mom and dad met each other at the exit of a movie theatre in 1943 ! My childhood was filled with TV programs. My teenage and young adulhood, with movies. After the age of 25, things changed, and I got caught into the reality of life.

When my son got three, I started to relive my life by watching cartoons and family flicks. Big dogs, lost cats finding their way back home, mean sorceresses, singing carrots, super ducks, magic schoolbuses, were part of my world once again...hehe. Then my son grew up and we started to watch man-eating dinosaurs, super heroes, and vampires. His universe was deeptly changing emotionally and psychologically. Mine too. We would tell each other's dreams, and share our fantasy world. It was great moments.

Now he's a teenager, and walks away softly and violently from his chaildhood. But dreams are still there. Sweet and secret dreams of naked girls. Violent nightmares of fighting and killing enemies. His hormones are raging in, confrontations with the adulthood, existential questions transform his core self dramatically. This period of his life is decisive. He'll have to face it and go through it like a man. I wish he gains more and more confidence in himself, and becomes wiser and wiser. At that stage, I see that he's getting closer and farther to me at the same time. Which is the way it should be.

Reality hits everybody everyday in their choices and perceptions of life. How life should be, how relationships should be, how society should be too. I wish I can have good discussions with him soon. It's not easy for anybody...

More Dream Samples

2009-02-06T22:55:00.000-08:00

Example No.4

What: Come back home memories.
Who: Me, women and girls, and unknown neighbours. The women and girls said they were my family, but I was not sure. Like if I had been victim of amnesia, or a brainwash. But they were so hospitable and affectuous, that I felt that I couldn't leave the place anymore. As if I was trapped on the island of nymphs like Hercules was in one of his labors.
Where: A large one room apartment. Late 19th, early 20th century studio. There was large sofas, beds, big colorful cushions and blankets everywhere. The place was upside-down with clothes hanging all over the room. At the back, a door dividing us from the neighbour was always open.
When: Now
Why: I came back home after many years away

Example No.5

What: A search in the subway.
Who: Me and some old friends, relatives and family members I meet every now and then at unrelated places in the subway.
Where: In the long blue subway train, its crystal-white stations, endless lines going in all directions, entrances, exits, tunnels and hallways.
When: Timeless
Why: Searching for someone, a place and a way out. Martin in Wonderland.

Example No. 6

What: A ski competition with old friends. I would meet them all at starting point, lose them along the way, find some of them later, especially just before the end of each test of the competition.
Who: Me and some old friends.
Where: Laurentian-like Mountains. First, cross-country skiing on a flat field on a warm and sunny day. Then hills under a grey sky and snow falling. And later, in higher mountains, constantly changing from cross-country skiing to alpine skiing. Weather and field conditions
getting harder and harder. The sun and blue sky would come back at the end of each event of the competition.
When: Now ?
Why: To prove myself that I was still strong. Because I miss the time we were competing for high grades, medals, girls, etc.

Sample of Dreams

2009-02-05T12:50:00.001-08:00

Here's a few dreams of mine for you to chew on !

Example No.1

What: A visit or a passage through an endless building.
Where: At a museum of horror and oddities. Each room diplaying an "oeuvre d'art" is linked with a dark little hallway. Some of the artifacts are bright and colorful, some other are simply ugly and repulsive. It's not a labyrinth, but we simply don't know were this visit ends...
When: Timeless
Who: Me, some people sometimes. They can be anobody ; An old couple, a single teenager, a group of schoolgirls, a business woman, etc.
Why: I had to go through it to go somewhere else.
Example No.2

What: A climbing, then a walk up a high green wood tower. When I reached the top of the tower, there was nothing. I just had to go down as fast as possible, because the sun was setting. The more I was walking down the stairs, there was fewer and fewer people, and it was getting darker and darker...Some strangers were pushing me on their way down.
Where: A high mountain (2000m?) somewhere. A green wood tower located on a plateau half-way to the top of the mountain.
When: End of the afternoon until sunset.
Who: Me, friends, schoolkids
Why: Some sort of competition.

Example No.3

What: One hour before the End of the World
Where: The bunker of a Arab-Muslim terrorist
When: One hour before the End of the World (in 2013?)
Who: Me, the Arab-Muslim, US president, Secretary of Defense.
Why: Because the Integrist Muslims are about to put blow America with nuclear missile from inland USA !!!

BioPsychoSociology of Dreams

2009-02-04T19:26:00.000-08:00

Anybody who knows about interpretation of dreams, knows that it's closely related to freudian psychoanalysis. I dunno much about Freud's theory, but I know that this exercise is linked with what our subconscious retains during daytime since mom's womb.

When we dream, we can say it's a form of regression, since the deepest imprints date back from the matrix. Freud's approach was basically oriented to identify and treat problematic imprints. Now with actual scientific discoveries in genetics and medicine, researchers can for example, identify with more precision, brain malformations and mesure shortages of some hormones or proteins necessary for the good functions of the brain activities. Combined with experiments on those dysfunctional brains, scientists observe their behavior during sleep and dream.

When awake, the patients can sit and talk about the story of their dreams. For years, psychophysiologists, now called psychobiologists or cognitive neuroscientists, whatever..., are studying the brain and its owner's behaviors. See the following link :

http://www.websciences.org/cftemplate/NAPS/archives/indiv.cfm?ID=20043140

My objective is probably to share some of my dreams online and try to interprete them with my knowledge in sociology, psychology, and biology. Hopefully, I can get help from professionals who can their views on my dreams and my life. To be continued....

Welcome and Bienvenue to my Dreams !

2009-02-03T23:09:00.000-08:00

Welcome everyone ! This second blog of mine is dedicated to the dreams I make. This is an exercise I enjoy doing : to recall them right after I wake up. I know this is not a very original practise, but...the content of those dreams can be quite original...hehe. I won't enumerate today all the dreams I can recall, but I can just say that they are still marking my psyche deeply with their symbolism. Hope you can tell me yours too ! See you soon ! In my dreams maybe...lol.