Night December 6 - 7, 2006

Tonight, I'm at the PinkPink, a sort of swap/bar club with hostesses.I'm put in a corner because I'm not dressed properly.
Well there is a girl on the sofa next to me but she looks more like a bum than a whore. Ok.There's a sign on the wall with the prices for drinks. It's very simple, its 50€ +1.I happen to have 50€ on me. I ask myself what's the +1 for.
Then, lots of incredible things happen. Lots of drugs (since I take some in real life, there are plenty of them in my dreams). Fights, cruises. I take good care to write down everything in an excel sheet on my computer. I am quite happy because that's a lot of material for my blog.
At noon, when I wake up, I look for my computer before it dawns on me...Rhaaaaaa! I don't have a computer!

Night December 7 - 8, 2006

The night begins in a cage to observe sharks. Everything is blue and beautiful. The problem is that a shark is locked up in the cage with us (the divers). We fight a little bit but we are no match for him. Blood in water is still magnificent. It's purple.
Later, in a kind of squat, I have a skirmish with some punks and their dogs and their girlfriends.We fight using butcher's knives. Some die, some don't, there is blood everywhere, it's all very sticky. At the end, the only ones left are me (badly injured) and a girl.
She tells me "OK, I'm going to do the dishes". I'm no that stupid, when she grabs the kitchen knife, I've already opened her belly.At that point, she starts to cry and asks me what's going to happen. I answer that her intestines are going to fill her underwear. She crys even more and I decide to cut her throat. It will take me three trials before I succeed, slitting a throat is not so easy.At the end, I shout (as if to make a joke in my dream):"Well congratulations Al Qaïda!".Because, they can do it on first try.
A bit later, I pay a visit to an old woman who is going to be my chaperon (because of drugs). I tell her what I have been taking and how often."Ho ho ho, a catastrophe! " she exclaims.And then I see Adam T arriving. He tells me, he's only allowed one acid every ten days.I don't know how I find myself with him in a bed looking at a bbs gay. He looks at me with lust. He masturbates me a little bit but I don't feel so good.When he leaves, I look at where he was sitting on the bed and it's all wet.

He sure sweats a lot from the ass!

Night December 8 - 9, 2006.

This night, Christophe C, one of the theater's technician, is dead.Rico killed him.They were both, without any harness, busy taking down projectors on the set and Rico thought it would be a good idea to take his pants off. Then Christophe fell.
Shit, I told myself, and Claude says the same with a dazzled look on his face. It so happened that Christophe's head detached itself from his body. I say "surely he's dead". And I wake up.

Night December 13 - 14, 2006.

Tonight, I have to run to the 1984 Olympics in Atlanta to sing something in the opening ceremony.So I go there in a small truck.But by God, there's a huge trafic jam!I decide to go on by foot. It's faster and, since I'm only wearing socks, I can slide really well (yes the highway is made up of white linoleum).
When I'm almost there, people (on the highway) sing with me to encourage me.It's really 1984 because on news posters, you can see that some other people solved a delicate psychiatric affair. On the poster, you can see two rather sexy nurses with glasses and faces looking like real whores but smeared with blood.I am welcomed by president Truman Capote (???).
Later, I am chosen as lead role for a new Yugoslavian film that won the Palme d'or last year. Badalamenti will sign the music score. I am very proud.The movie is about 2 children, very good friends, that fall in a hole in a forest.They find themselves a room with white tiles. But they have aged, they are 40 years old. And they are not friends anymore and kill each other.
When I wake up, I feel very sad. Of course, this was just too beautiful, unreal, Cannes, the steps and all that.Shit!

Night Dec 27-28, 2006.

Tonight, I'm going to church, probably midnight's mass. I keep a distance away from the others, I put my hood on. Then I hear everyone laughing, it resonates well throughout the church. In fact, they are making fun of me because my feet are in the water, by staying away, I accidentally stepped in the fountain. I pretend like nothing happened and I leave while cursing them.

Night Dec 29 - 30 2006

Tonight, I'm in the colonel's office. He is a young man that curisously resembles Alexandre L in yellow fluorescent fishnet stockings. I want to fuck his secretary so I accept the offer, I sit with my bare ass on the sofa with the Colonel sitting besides me (he is holding a fish bowl). But the problem is my ass is full of shit. That's just too dirty for the scene, I go wash myself and wake up.

Night december 30 - 31 2006

I am in darkness, in a black plastic bag.I feel people around me. They are the dead people I know. There is Seb, my grandfather, the two dogs of my parents and others. When they touch the bag by caressing it, it brings about a fantastic light and waves of pleasure go through me like orgasms. I bathe in this happiness, the caress of the dead.
I am in the Halles neighborhood in Paris looking for two whores to suck me. At a street corner, I see my father sitting at the back of a truck. He scolds me for going to see prostitutes instead of helping him with his jogger's group.
I am in my childhood bedroom in the Champerret casern. I recognize the bunk beds. There is a very young girl on the top bed with Manuel P. I make a pedophile joke and noone laughs. Then I worry about not knowing where my glasses are. Ater thinking about it for a moment, I see them outside of the dream, in reality, lying on a shelf. I am conscious about dreaming, I feel calm because I know I will find my glasses when I wake up.
I am in my bed, I cannot open my eyes. Someone puts on Arab music very loud in the room and I start to scream in Arabic, I call Lan because I'm afraid someone is going to hurt her.

Translated from french to english by Jean Allard.

Original post www.systemdream.blogspot.com