May 17, 2008
Dream or my interpretation of it : internship/antibiotics/end of a romance and some more
black & white in a dark alley :
Jon whispers he works for the National Defense, says they're running tests on brand new revolutionarian weapons. He tells me then they take patients from the psychiatric ward and test the bullets on them.
He then comes closer and in my ears and utters : you would be eligible too, if only you had candida albicans.
In color :
M.K. and I are in the rich garden plucking muguet when the owner surprises us. I feel intimidated by this imposing woman. She's got long blond hair –could be Manon des Sources in her 40's-. There's this childish quality in her although despite her young looks and hip style her gaze tells she's lived a few lifes. Guilty and mesmerized, M.K. and I justify ourselves the best we can and explain the muguet is to heal someone.
black & white :
The woman brings us to her house. I am now this woman. I bring a young man in… Everything's strangely peaceful… too peaceful, David Lynch peaceful.
I open the door to a cavernous house. A vast messy room with antiques, wooden furnitures, ashtrays and rugs upstaged by coffee and cigarettes smell.
A man's playing chess. He could have been part of the trainspotting cast, that is if he was 20 years younger. He stops playing, stars at us with this blasé but fragile airs… Always loved the Jacques Dutronc look of his. He mambles a sound that resembles a welcome.
The boy looks at my tatooed man and seems intimidated by his bad ass looks... The triangle dynamic's is viceral and turns us upside down. It's all too late, we're sucked into the unhealthy, foggy spiral. Everybody's already hooked... testosterone and death smell melted with fear, life, danger and excitiment.
I observe... My man's calm and emotionneless. Will he kill or be a gentleman… I love him cause impredictible. The only thing I know is he has no middle ground. I love him for that too…
Time takes time. He finally makes a choice, look straight into the young man's eyes and introduce himself in a cold, civile manner.
I wake up…
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