Flying Mandarine's Terrors of the Unknown Girl I Love

May 3

I have had a rather busy week and a hectic sleeping schedule, so my recall went a little downhill.

The Jar
Importance: 3/5

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I am in Japan, in a rather empty room. I have a bug jar in my hands. Inside are lots of different bugs, all rather big (about 5 centimetres long). I go out of that room and into the corridor that was just outside my room when I had been living in Japan. There, I meet Shutto, a crazy Japanese guy, and he is surprised to see me here, asking me why I am still in Japan.
I enter the empty room again. There are several people in here, and a microwave oven. I open it, put my jar inside, close it and turn it on. I just want to make the bugs feel a little more comfortable, maybe because it is cold, but after some time, one of the guys in the room tell me that maybe I should take the jar out. I had forgotten about it, so I hurry to the microwave oven, but it is too late; all the insects died, quite certainly painfully enough for me to feel really guilty about it.

May 4

Card Trick
Importance: 2/5

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I am sitting in front of a quite handsome guy who is dealing cards. He makes several little packs, about fifteen of them, and he asks me to put other cards I hold in my hands, one at a time, on the different little packs he made.
I feel he is going to do a really cool magic trick, but while he tells me where to put each one of my cards, I cannot figure out how he is going to trick me.

May 5

The Crash
Importance: 4/5

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This scene takes place in Japan once more.

I am in a car, in a rather countryside-like area but within a big city, certainly Osaka. I hear a very loud noise, and it is not too hard to deduce there is a plane taking off not far away. However, I see the plane hitting part of a bridge, and I tell myself this was not planned by the pilot. And then, there is the sound. A horribly loud sound, the plane crashing, followed by distant screams of people scared, of people suffering, of people dying. The plane must have crashed in a heavily crowded area, and as I get near all these sounds, I understand that it crashed on the very airport it took off from.

To go to the airport, I have to go through a mall where everyone is running, shouting things in Japanese I have trouble to understand. On the radio and on television, I can hear all the shows being canceled and replaced by a live TV news feed about what is going on, and I can hear once again all those people screaming and the loud sound of the crash.

My cellular phone rings. It is Monica, crying, not knowing what to do. I try to calm her down so we can manage to meet somewhere.

That was a pretty intense dream, quite coherent. I kept it in mind the rest of the night so that I would not forget him, and as a result I kept quickly dreaming about it in the morning.

May 7

I spent a curious night. There was a bug in my room, some kind of small little fly (no idea of it is called), and it kept flying next to my ear, waking me up. And even when I went under my sheets, it continued to come and buzz in my ear. It lasted for I think more than an hour. It was pretty annoying, but also so curiously odd I had to think several times if it was just a dream or not.

Sex and Friends
Importance: 4/5

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I am in a lecture hall completely full. I sit next to random friends of mine, who are near the back of the giant room. They give me some papers because I was not there the week before and I could not fetch them until now, although the work had to be done for today.
The teacher, a woman in her thirties, comes in my direction, checking if everybody has done the work for today. Of course, she checks mine and sees that the papers are just empty, nothing has been filled in, so she begins to rant about how not serious some students are. The atmosphere is quite weird, because we are several hundreds of students and it is supposed to be a really important entrance exam. But no matter how many people there are in the room, I ask the teacher "Can I please have a word to defend myself?", which she agrees to after some arguing. I tell her that I had just arrived in class and that I was ill the week before, thus there was absolutely no way for me to do the work. I also tell her, still in front of all the students, that it is disrespectful to take me as a bad example whereas all I did was falling ill. She then says that she apologizes to me. Then she comes up to me and whispers some words in my ear. It must have been some dirty words.

The class is finished, and I am now at this teacher's house. She basically tells me that I am attractive and as we begin to make out, I receive a phone call.

It is Elizabeth, one of my closest Internet friends, and we begin to argue. She seems really pissed, in this I-think-this-is-the-last-time-we-talk atmosphere. She is pissed because I did not contact her to meet her when she was in Marseille, just half an hour away from my home, whereas we had planned to do so.

I wonder if the first part of the dream is linked to the fact that I teach Japanese (for thirty hours, just as a tutor) to girls.
However, the very last part of the dream is quite true-to-life: I noticed the day before that Elizabeth had deleted me from her MSN contact list, which I find quite incredible given that we are so close. And all this because I did not contact her to see her, I guess. Well, anyway, I thought about phoning her for the last two days, so that must be why I dreamt about it.


Fragment:
On the website Stickam, I had been watching a girl's webcam I do not know two or three days before. She was just sleeping, but I had her webcam opened so that I could see her wake up, and maybe talk to her.

I am on Stickam, and I hear the sound of someone coming in my chatroom. It is this girl, and we begin to talk. It seems we are quite on the same wavelength, and she looks really pretty.

May 8

Once again a making-out dream.

Sex Spy
Importance: 3/5

I enter a really big building. I stealthily go through the rooms, as if I was not supposed to come here. One of the rooms I go through is some sort of exhibition room for sofas, with lots of sofas arranged in a way so as to create several rooms inside this giant room.
I continue my advancing in enemy territory until I see a conference room. Lots of people are talking there, and after a short amount of time, a woman with short hair, not that good-looking and a bit old, gets up and leaves the room, coming in my direction. I go up the stairs I went down on my way, trying to run without making any noise, thinking that if she notices me, I will just struggle her to death.
I am not even up the long flights of stairs that what I thought happens: she notices me. But she transformed into a rather hot long-haired woman, maybe 25 years old. Of course, I do not want to kill her anymore, and actually, it is as if we knew each other for quite some time since we begin to kiss up the stairs. We go back into the sofa room, and we try to bury ourselves in a load of sofas so that nobody can see us as we go on kissing. Her kisses, our kisses, were divine. But she stops after a while, telling me she is still unsure about her boyfriend. She tells me she did not break up with him yet, but she tells me what is up with him, making an ellipsis or two. The problem is, I have no idea who she really is, so the ellipsis makes me confused and I do not get what she says. But I do not really care since I just tell her that come on, she does not need to break up with him for us to have fun. She agrees.

Before, faithfulness was really important to me and I felt like being unfaithful should never, ever happens and should never be enough of a reason. I would not even accept someone to be unfaithful for me although I would personally not do anything unfaithful. But as time passes, I tend to pay less attention to that, which can be seen in that dream since I do not prevent this woman from cheating on her boyfriend.

May 9

Hypnosis
Importance: 3/5

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I am at some kind of a moveable feast, just having a look, when I meet Sylvia. After some talk, we decide to enter a little tent. Inside, a rather fat guy welcomes us to the hypnosis tent.
We have to pay for it, which I am not too fond of, but I agree to the experience. The guy then looks at Sylvia and moves his fingers in a strange way, asking me to follow the gestures. He then does the same for me, and afterward, he tells me that I am the one who is the most likely to be hypnotized. He then does another experiment on me based on repeating words, just to see how hypnotizable I can be. Finally, he just tells me to wait.

It is a bit darker outside now, and I do not feel very comfortable because I know he will ask me to nearly entirely undress in front of the public, and since I will be hypnotized, I will not be able to refuse. After a few minutes, he comes back, telling me it is my turn.


RUN!!!
Importance: 2/5

I am in a place which is a mix between a university, a cinema, a restaurant, and other things. People scream and run everywhere as I understand the place has been corrupted by some evil force, and although I saw nothing out of the ordinary yet, it will certainly happen soon.
I am with four people, certainly friends of mine. As we begin to leave the building, we pass near the cinema room. It is as giant as a normal cinema, and the screen is also enormous.

An uncanny sound, like a giant beast snoring continuously, comes from behind the screen. I tell my friends to stop while I look at the screen. Suddenly, I see something moving behind it, and I am pretty sure it is really some gigantic monster who, if awaken, will certainly rip our heads off or some similar not-so-pleasant experience. One of the guys with me tell me to be very discreet, and we leave the building in that way. Once we are outside, we decide to run away as far as possible. However, after maybe one minute of running, one of my friends stops and offers that we just take our cars. Why did we actually just run in the first place instead of taking our cars? Anyway, I ask if anyone wants to go in my car with me, but they do not even answer me, which leads me to think that they think I am a horrible driver and they might die because of me. Worse than that, I forgot that my car was parked just in front of the building, so I have to run back to that place. As I begin to run, I hear one of my friends saying, from a car: "No, Patrice, don't do that!" but I am pissed and scared, so I do not listen to him and I continue in what seems to be the longest run ever, not just because it is a long distance, but because at any time, the monster can wake up, resulting in the end of me.

I finally arrive at my car and there is no sign of it being awaken yet. However, there are still some people who did not understand the threat, and I even see a girl I know, eating at a restaurant, like nothing is going to happen.
I enter my car and start it.

May 10

Elephant Kitty
Importance: 2/5

There are six cats (outside), a dog and a turtle living with my parents and me.

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There are friends or relatives at a lunch at home. They all eat on the terrace where animals often come to play with us or to be petted.

I see the little kitty who is not even a month old (see picture above), except he has got a trunk like an elephant. The trunk takes the whole head of the kitty, so that I think it cannot even see. I think it is a deformity, and maybe he will not be able to breathe properly in the future. But as I insist to my parents that we should do something about it, like going to see the veterinary, the only answer I get is that I should not worry. But I do worry.

My parents, especially my mother, often say that we should not worry when it comes to animals or even to my health. For them, it is like "An ounce of cure is worth a pound of prevention", I would say.

May 11

Jambon
Importance: 2/5

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I am in a garden in front of a big house belonging to Jean-Jacques Goldman, a famous French artist (see first picture above). He sings a new song he has made, which I find rather good. He also plays the guitar at the same time, and I must admit he is skilled, which impresses me.

After he is done, another French artist, Florent Pagny (second picture), decides to play a parody of that song Goldman just played. Pagny named this parody "Jambon" ("Ham", in French). It is a really interesting music, he doesn't sing, he just plays the guitar, but he does it really well. The music is actually supposed to symbolize objects and sounds from the kitchen, hence the title of the song.

After he is done, I am with some friends and an equal number of women, playing poker. But instead of earning money, each time someone wins, he or she earns pleasure from the man or woman next to him or her. Fucking in the middle of a card game seems to me a little bit awkward, but knowing my friends' addiction to sex, I am not surprised in the least.


Fragment:
I am searching for pictures of Goldman and Pagny on the Internet, to put into my dream journal. After having found them, I begin to write my dream entry.

May 12

These days, I often play a French role-playing game called Patient 13 with my friend Olivier. It takes place in a psychiatric hospital where we impersonate people with absolutely no recollection of their lives.

Patient 13
Importance: 2/5

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I open the door to the cell I was locked in. It seems I am in a psychiatric hospital. The door to a cell nearby opens and Olivier gets out of his room; like me, he seems totally lost.

We wander in the empty, dimly lit corridors of the building, when suddenly, we hear screams. As we turn around, we see something which makes us run for our lives. I, as a spectator, do not know what it is that is chasing the two main characters, since the camera is filming as if we were seeing inside that thing's head; as a result, the camera shakes really much as these things run towards us.

In the corridors, we meet another survivor, a woman with a ponytail. She seems to be a patient too. She tells us to hurry and opens the door to the lavatories. These things are just behind us, so Olivier and I enter the room, and we close the door without letting the girl enter. Just before the door closes, I can see the girl staring at us in utter fear and disbelief. It is too late for her now. We could have let her enter the room easily, we had some time before these things would catch up on us, but we preferred to take all precautions. As we catch our breath, we hear the poor girl screaming in agony.

The impatient voice of a man then tells us to open the door. There are no sounds outside anymore, so we open it. The man is a medical assistant working for the hospital. From the look he gave us, he would have shot us dead if eyes had guns. He tells us to stop acting stupid and to go back to a room, to which I just bow my head and answers yes. I realize these things running after us were just crazy patients.

I think Olivier was the one who decided to prevent the girl from entering the lavatories, but maybe it was me? The dream is all blurry now.


Fragment:
In am in my kitchen, kissing an average-looking girl with glasses.
Then I am in my front garden, keeping an eye on a little girl because her mother asked me to, but I lose sight of her, and I hope she is fine as I begin to search for her.

May 13

A Street At Night
Importance: 4/5

The girl in that dream is a girl I saw (via webcam) and chatted with on Stickam just once, maybe five days ago, but I saw her on-line yesterday, shortly before going to bed, which must have triggered the following dream. I do not know her first name, so let us call her Sarah. I was about to put one picture of her Stickam profile on here but I figured she might not like it. Just imagine her as a really, really hot 20-year old girl with lots of tattoos and some piercings. Whether you are crazy on tattoos (which I am not) or not, she still looks good.
I just felt I had to stress this point because I think that her beauty, and the contrast between her beauty and the unbearable violence of what happens made part of the dream.

The scene takes place at the end of the evening, or the beginning of the night, in a street with a very steep slope. Lots of pretty houses with gardens edge the road which makes zigzags so that one cannot see both ends of the street at once.

I am chatting with Sarah via what I think as "Internet messages," but within the street. To achieve this, I am writing some words on a little piece of paper belonging to me, and this small paper rests in the middle of this slope. Then I climb up the slope, waiting there for a minute, and when I go back to the piece of paper, Sarah has answered. The dream begins in media res and some messages have already been written. There are actually even messages on this paper from my previous discussion with Monica. I write to Sarah that I have some computer problems, and that I can only plug one webcam at a time while I have two, but both of us concede that one webcam is already enough. And so we continue to talk, me climbing up the slope, waiting, climbing down, answering, climbing up the slope, waiting, climbing down, answering, climbing up the slope, waiting...

... and there, up the slope, there is this guy. He has curly hair and wears a white shit with blue jeans. He is just there, sitting on the ground, staring at me. I try to ignore him, and as it is time for me to climb down and am on my way, I hear him shouting at me to attract my attention. As I turn around, I see the guy running to me.

I run down the slope, aware that Sarah should not be done with her writing, and I run into her. I tell her to run for her life as the curly-haired guy draws a gun, still running in my direction.

As the guy threatens me with his gun, Sarah, who sneaked behind him, hits him. He drops his weapon and falls to the ground with Sarah. As I take the gun, the guy puts his arm against Sarah's neck, and she begins to choke. The pressure on her neck is so hard she is likely to suffocate and die any second now.

Blackness surrounds us, and only a few streetlights illuminate the pavement.
There is not a sound, except coming from Sarah's mouth as she chokes.
I look at the gun in my hand. I do not want to use it and kill a man.
But I pull the trigger, and the bullet skitters on the ground.
Once again, and the bullet enters his side. Sarah still chokes.
Once again, and the bullet enters his shoulder, but she is still about to die.
Once more, I pull the trigger, and the bullet enters his head. I pull the trigger once more, no, twice, and each time the bullets enter his head.

Sarah gets up, bumbling, shaking, crying. I look at the gun as I have just killed a man.

May 16

Because of the light in my room, I kept on waking up, leading to lots of different dreams which were all linked somehow. Instead of writing them as fragments, I will write them as if they were one dream, although it felt even more incoherent than a single dream would be. It is all quite blurry in my mind though.


The Little Girl in the Tunnel
Importance: 3/5

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I am visiting a friend, Tom, in prison. It is the second time he has been arrested. I ask him what illegal things he has done.

It is a sunny day and I am on my way home when I see Judith, an Internet friend, sitting at a table on the terrace of a bar. I join her and sit in front of her while she pours a last glass of juice (I think it is orange juice) out of a now empty one-liter bottle, which surprises me as I did not know one could order a complete bottle of juice in a bar, but anyway. I tell her that I just got back from the prison where I saw a friend.

I am now five minutes away from my home, and it is still sunny. In a wall, on my right, I see a hole which is actually a very narrow tunnel, very dark, making a high contrast with the sun in the city. As I look inside, I notice that there is a girl staring at me. She must be sixteen years old, and I can just see her head from where I am. It is so uncanny it nearly gives me a heart attack. I wave hello at her, and she answers me. I ask her if she needs some help or if she just wants to speak, but she says no with her head and begins to crawl away from me in the tunnel. She is now out of my sight, and I wonder if I should go after her, but she seems so off-setting that I wonder if she will not just kill me as soon as I enter the tunnel. I decide to leave.

I am now a few seconds away from my home, and I see lots of stores where there should be houses. I look at one of them and I see people wearing chicken costumes dancing in a store to promote something, maybe a cellular phone or a travel agency. I think to myself that there is nobody in the street, so I wonder how this kind of store could work, but when I get a look around and see all these stores, I think that it must work well, otherwise they would have all closed.

Yesterday, I saw Tom's nickname on MSN was "Arrested for the second time," and Judith was the last person I talked to before going to bed.

May 18

From Russia with Love
Importance: 2/5

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I am at a meeting organized for the students of my university. It is Russia's new president who is supposed to give an opening speech, and then stay here for the entire day to see how we, French people but also students of my university in particular, live our life.

As he begins his speech, he notices that the room is not really good for making speech, thus the people at the end of the room cannot hear him. As a result, he decides to change rooms, so I take the opportunity to be at the first row, in the middle, at not even a metre away from him.


En Route to the Necklace
Importance: 2/5

I am on a trunk road with another guy and a girl, each one of us riding a motorcycle. We are supposed to go to a place called le Collier (the Necklace), which is likely to be the name of a mountain.

As we ride, we see a small plane coming from behind us. It is not really hard to guess it is an enemy plane since it is now shooting at us with some kind of machinegun. The first to be hit is the girl who falls from her bike. I stop near her and take her on the bike with me. She seems bullets have entered her legs, so nothing deadly. However, shortly after that moment, the other guy also falls from his bike. The girl screams to me that we do not have time to pick him up, but that is what I do anyway. He is unconscious and certainly needs medical attention if he wants to see the next day.

As I continue to ride, I finally see a mountain with written Collier on a sign. I sigh in relief, and I think we have managed to escape the plane. The mountain looks wonderful, with little villages on the side of it.


And another Lost dream not worth writing about.

May 20

One Against All
Importance: 2/5

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Some guy supposed to be a friend of mine organizes a live role-playing game: we are a dozen people, maybe more, and they are all after me and try to kill me (using our hands to symbolize guns).
The game begins in the stairs leading to my basement. I hear footsteps, so I stay upstairs and wait, aiming with my finger. A girl appears on the stairs, so I aim at her and scream "BAM!". She is surprised and also aims at me and screams the same, but maybe she will not even be able to shoot me if she is supposed to be dead in-game, so we wait for the gamemaster to come. Once he is there, I throw some dice. I apparently succeed in killing her, so she is out of the game. I decide to walk down the stairs.

Down the stairs, it is not my basement but a giant Japanese street. The road makes a big square, and at the center of the square are small schools. As I rush to the schools so as to hide there, lots of my enemies see me and begin to run after me. I decide to climb up a school building and I jump from one building to another. In the process, I make quite a few noises, which alert the pupils who all go out of their classrooms, watching me fighting for my survival.

May 21

Fragment:
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We are waiting for the pianist to arrive and do a concert. After some time, he comes, sits on his stool, but does not seem to feel comfortable. He gets up, moves his stool, sits down, and does all this several times so as to put it at the perfect place.

In a class I had yesterday, the teacher told us an anecdote about a pianist who took one minute to set his stool properly before beginning his concert, which was just awful to watch because he seemed so uncomfortable


Fragment:
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A friend, Caroline, tells me she likes my Half-Life² shirt (see picture above). After some time passes, we are about to enter the university as she tells me she has to leave quickly. But just before leaving, she tells me something like "you know, I actually don't like your shirt at all."

I wore that shirt yesterday, but I never thought much about it, I always wear random clothes and I definitely do not spend two hours searching for what socks will go well with my jeans. Still, that was quite a useless dream!

May 26

I have made lots of dreams in the past day, but I have been busy with work (a translation) for the entire weekend. I think that because of my hectic sleep schedule (going to bed at 5 am, waking up at 2 pm), I wake up more, thus more dreams but less interesting.


Final Boss

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I am in a large building, holding a gun. Lots of people wearing scientists' clothes (white blouses and the like) patrol in the corridors. When they notice I am here, they try to shoot me dead, so I kill them first. Then there is this final boss, some small but fat man with lots and lots of wires connecting him to what I guess is a machine which gives him extra power. There is a balloon caught up in the wires, and before this man can attack me with his super-powers, the balloon somehow unplug the wires from him.

The man seems now far less likely to be a danger, but still he wants to escape. I tell him to stop but he does not, so I blow his leg off with my shotgun. Then I turn around and see Doctor Sarah Tancredi from Prison Break (see picture above). I go to her and tell her that bad fat guy has to tell me what planet I come from because I need to go back there. Sarah gives me a hug, and I think that anyway, I will be back so it is not a farewell, just a see you later.

May 27

Banana Jones and his Video Game Addiction
Importance: 2/5

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I am playing a MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) which feels like Zelda, except we are thousands, maybe millions playing it. But the best thing is, not only is the game in black and white, but it is played on a handheld video game system, maybe meant to play this game and this game only.

The game is so great that I end up still playing it while entering a supermarket with my parents. I am in a small team with two other characters, and I know the two persons playing those characters are really young, maybe 12. I tell them that I have to stop since I am in the supermarket and it is not really practical to play while walking, and that I hope to see them later for some more playing.

I am now at the department where they sell video games and DVDs, waiting for a friend to come, but a girl informs me he will be back only after a shower, because he is sweating far too much from having sold so many video games. So, meanwhile, I transform into Indiana Jones and draw a banana out of a holster.

That game was so great! Really like a Zelda game with an unlimited number of levels and of things to do, always diverse. Despite the bad graphics, the atmosphere and the fact that it was on a handheld system made me really feel like I was in the game.
Come to think about it, all these things are linked to stuff that happened during the day: lots of talk all the hype around the new Indiana Jones, a talk about MMORPGs on the Internet, my parents asking me if I wanted something from the supermarket... Also, I had no idea where this banana thing came from, but now I remember: just before going to bed the night before, I saw an episode of Doctor Who in which the main protagonist, the Doctor, switches a gun with a banana.

And I did not know that Banana Jones game even existed!


Fragment:
I am in Martigues, supposedly near the beach. I am with some friends at some kind of marketplace. I see Jackie Chan and Jet Li advertising their new movie, and inviting people to go and see it in a very approximate English. I want to talk to them in Japanese but I figure they would not understand anyway. I find it odd that those two world-famous actors are advertising their movie in a marketplace in such a small city.

Also at least two other dreams about video games and one about Japan.

sluggo from the forum made a short movie about lucid dreaming called Lord of Dreams which I believe is great. I like the atmosphere of the whole thing and I think it explains quite well how lucid dreams basically work to people who have never heard about a lucid dream before. Anyway, you can watch the movie here in good quality, and if it does not work or you do not have a fast connection, you can see it here on YouTube. Finally, in case you want to tell him what you thought about it, here is the original thread by sluggo.

May 29

The Constant
Importance: 3/5


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Twelve years in the past.

I am in the living room with my parents. My parents and I remember perfectly what happened in the future. In the future, at 22 years old, I die, although I do not know how. That is why we are back in the past, to correct what will happen in twelve years to try and prevent my death.

But in order to do that, we have to create a world which is similar to the one in the future: for instance, if, just before my death, I buy a Japanese video game, that means I speak Japanese, thus I will need in the next twelve years to either learn Japanese or buy the video game even if I do not speak Japanese. If I do not, it will create some kind of a fatal error and I will need to go back and live those twelve years again.

My father tells me there is something curious about the house; he felt that when I moved from my room to the living room, there was more air circulating in the house than in the future. I decide to go and examine the house, and when I arrive in the main hall of my house, I get it: we forgot to change the entrance door. Indeed, when I was about twelve years old, so two years in the future, I shut the door very violently, breaking the lock and the handle. I tell this to my parents, and they seem to recall that too, so my father tells me he is going to take care of the lock and change it. I do not need to break the lock once again, but we need to change it still to prevent this fatal error.

As my father examines the door, I wonder if this is not just a little illogical: if we change the door right now, I will open a door that was not even there before I broke the lock at 12 years old, so wouldn't it create a major disruption in the space-time continuum too?

Truely amazing dreams beautifully described.
:P Banana Jones exists?!

Sanquis: Thanks! And sure it does exist! It seems the screenshot I put above comes from the title screen. I searched for more information but it seems it is not very famous. I just found that it was released in 1989 on the Commodore C64. Here is another screenshot just for your pleasure:

http://www.c64gg.com/Images/B/Banana_Jones.ss.gif

I have games considered now as being really obscure but only on Amstrad (working with tapes, 20 minutes to load a game!), no Commodore.

May 30

Fragment:
I am at a party where everyone but me drink and have fun, when I receive a text message. The message is from Marina, and she asks me how I am doing, telling me she has been busy the whole time and that she is becoming a Buddha, which, oddly enough, does not surprise me too much. I am answering her text message when another girl interrupts me, telling me that this is a party and that I should enjoy rather than spending all my time with my cellular phone.

Also another fragment which would be hard to explain, but in which we escaped from certain death in jumping into a helicopter. Heavily influenced by the season 4 finale of Lost I watched shortly before going to bed.

May 31

My dreams were rather confused last night, so there was a lot more to what I am about to write, but it is just too hard to make links between the different elements. I guess the first part of the dream and its multiplicity of viewpoints are influenced by the fact that I saw Vantage Point just before going to bed. Strangely enough, I only remember my own point of view although I was not the "main protagonist."

Vantage Point

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The story follows quite a few protagonists and their struggle against the zombie horde. I am a total junkie coming out of a house up a hill with two girls. Friends (two guys) came with a car, so we enter it, although I am not sitting on a seat but on the lap of the guy who is not driving. We drive and leave the town.

We are now in another town, but we do not see lots of people, we actually cannot see anyone, until I point my finger and screams that people have turned into zombies. The driver accelerates and the car jumps in the air in slow-motion, ready to crash in some kind of lake, but I jump at the very last moment and land on a little wall instead. I am surprised I managed that since I do not think I am the main protagonist, so I should eventually die at one point, but I figure that since there are no main characters, maybe I can shine and be alive in the end. But as I stand on this little wall, a zombie manages to catch my leg, and I begin to struggle to prevent him from biting me.

I woke up, fell asleep again.

I am in a living room with four guys. One of them is a musician, and he gives me a CD so that I can listen to it.

I come back home and listen to a song talking about chickens. The song is a true story: this man had a chicken as an animal companion, but the chicken had an accident and had to suffer brain surgery which removed 80% of his brain. I can now see the chicken, and even if he seems fine and happily eating at first glance, I notice something disturbing; the chicken does not have anything else than its head, surely because of his accident.

I go back to the four guys and tell the musician I listened to the song about his chicken. I then proceed to tell the four guys what I dreamed about last night as I remember perfectly the dream about the zombie horde.

That must be the first time that, in a dream, I told a dream that had happened just earlier the same night.

June 1

Fragment:
It is time to go to bed, so I turn off my computer, like every evening. I turn off the screen, then the switch behind the computer to turn off the power supply, and the last one is the switch of the power strip. When everything is off, I am left in the dark, but it actually does not seem like everything is off, as I can hear a strange noise coming from somewhere near the power strip. I try to figure out what this noise is, and apart from the fact that it seems to be coming from an electronic device malfunctioning, I have no idea what or where it is.

I turn off my computer every night just before going to bed, that's usually the last thing I do, so I had to dream about it someday!


Fragment:
I am in my room with two friends, one of them being Olivier. My room is completely flooded. The water is taking up to one meter in the room. However, I do not worry about the fact that my computer's wires are in the water, and we play a game instead. One of us closes his eyes and has to catch another one, and once he has caught him, the roles are exchanged. It is now my turn to catch one of my two friends, and, with my eyes closed, I listen carefully to the noise they make when moving in the water.

June 4

Special edition today! Two slasher-movie-like dreams!

Blocking Every Door
Importance: 3/5

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I am with a girl I met in Japan. The girl is a little overweight and rather tall. We are chased by two other persons, although I never see their face. All we do is run into a basement which looks like the one in my house, and block every door behind us, either locking them, or putting stuff such as a closet to slow down our enemies. But anyway, they keep on breaking the doors.

After we blocked our second door, I decide that since this is a dream, I can as well just write it down on my dream journal (which looks like a normal diary), but the girl tells me we have no time for that.

We have blocked three doors and I get a look at the room we stand in. It is rather dirty but completely empty without any doors. Fortunately, there is a narrow window although we are in a basement. The girl opens half of it and succeeds in getting outside in spite of her weight. Our two pursuers are still trying to break the second door down, so I have quite some time and I think that alright, we are safe now. But as I approach the window, I notice rather big spiders on the windows. On the left part of the window, there are two spiders, and the right part, there is only one, but yellow and quite scary.

I just stand here, paralyzed with fear, while my enemies get closer.

That dream was here to tell me that although my fear of spider has decreased over the last few months, it is still very much here. Two days ago, I was driving my car back home and there was a spider outside, maybe trying to get inside of the car, and although it was really small, I was still stressed.


The Killer and the Lighter
Importance: 1/5

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I try to block a door, but a killer manages to get in. He looks horrible and not really about to give us a hug, so I flee to the garden of the house I am in. There, I can see other people, only women, trying to escape. But it is pitch black and the only source of light is a lighter which is used by the killer.

As he tries to hurt one of the young girls, I catch his lighter. After much trouble trying to find how it works, I am finally able to turn it on, and I burn the killer's eye with it, but the killer just laughs and does not seem to care.

Some other things happened before the killer appeared, but it is a bit blurry in my mind. The house was on fire, and I had to bring everyone upstairs before we suffocated to death. I played a game like that a few weeks ago, and just before going to bed yesterday, I watched an anime in which the girl suffocated because of poisonous smoke.
Actually, the dream kept restarting every time I "lost," and at one point in the dream I even drowned the killer, but he just would not die.

June 5

I had some good dream recall today, maybe because I kept on waking up every now and then because my parents and their guests were really noisy. Once again a dream about Lost, and the following two dreams:

My Neighbor, The Asshole
Importance: 2/5

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I am in my garden when I notice there is a velociraptor there. I am not really scared but I know he can be dangerous and might hurt the cats living in the garden.

I see my neighbor in his garden. He has a shotgun, and before I can say anything, he shoots. I look at the velociraptor who does not seem to be hurt, but then I notice there is also a feline in my garden, maybe a puma, and this is what the neighbor shot. He shoots it again, and then again, before I am able to tell him to stop. He answers something like yeah, he knows I like animals, but that this is bullshit and he does whatever pleases him.

I crouch near the big feline, and I pet him. I do not see any blood, but I know he is suffering. Nevertheless, he does not even bite at me.

We have never been in good terms with these neighbors. Not so long ago, my father was mowing the grass during a holy day, and this same guy just threw firecrackers in our garden, near my father, instead of just coming to our home to tell us not to mow the grass because he was enjoying his holy day. Yeah, maybe my father should not have done this on a holy day, but come on, throwing firecrackers?


What Is This Class?
Importance: 3/5

So here I am, climbing upstairs after the end of a class. I enter a classroom with maybe sixty or seventy people in it, only women. I have been advised this class by a teacher of Japanese, but as I am a little late, I feel a bit awkward.

Two girls welcome me and tell me to sit down. They look like they are from England. I have no idea what this class is all about, so I look at someone's papers, and it says "Britain in the XXIst century." Alright then, a class about English civilization, I am not fond of civilization, but why not? However, I wonder if I will be able to follow the class well, because I think it will be in Spanish. But the teacher begins to speak to the new students like me, telling us to sit down, and saying "大変でしょうね。" ("Taihen deshô ne." = "It's terrible, isn't it?", and I bet there is a mistake in there).

I am confused. Is this a class for English girls about English civilization but made in Spanish with the teacher speaking in Japanese? I had no idea there were so many students of Japanese, so I am a bit reassured because my Japanese is far better than my Spanish, although I am a bit disappointed to notice there are actually some other guys, so I am not the only one in the class. The teacher sings four words: "Yesterday yesterday ici mamma" ("ici" is French for "here"), and a student sing them back. What the...? Would this actually be a choir in which you learn English civilization?

I perfectly remember the melody of these four words. There were lots and lots of things happening before that and involving a fridge, a coffee machine and contact lens.

June 6

A short one. I needed to wake up at noon.

Fragment:
I wake up in my bed. I check the hour: 12:05. Damn it! I am late!

I wake up in my bed. I check the hour: 10:24. Damn it! That was a dream!


Come to think about it, I remember having dreamed of the funeral of a relative who actually died two months ago. I was a little puzzled in that dream because the funeral took place two months after the actual death of this person.
I was not too close to this person, but it is always poignant when somebody leaves you forever.

June 8

An Incredible Journey
Importance: 2/5

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I just seem to have traveled in time, although I am not sure how I did it. I am in a car with people I have never seen before. As I have a look at the streets, I realize I might be in the forties as everything is in black and white. I can also see a cop woman with clothes which really look outdated.

I am not in the car anymore, I can see colors, and even the buildings have changed, although I still think I am in the forties. I see a guy I know from university coming out of a large building, so I rush to him, asking him how it is possible that he is here in the forties. He tells me it is not the forties but the 40th century (I think he said something like 4532). I tell him I have traveled through time and I am amazed that he is still alive. I am so excited to be in the future, and this guy must think I am weird to find his everyday life marvelous. I understand by myself that he did not age because people have become immortal in the future, and I tell him that, excited as I am, but he looks at me strangely, as if being immortal was any special.

The guy tells me to follow him. We arrive in a garage and he tells me to sit somewhere. A few seconds later, we are out in the sky in a mosquito-like personal helicopter, and I can admire this futuristic city from above.

Certainly influenced by the Doctor Who episode I watched during the day. I also made a great dream about a video game taking place on a beach and in the sea. The feeling of immensity was so great. I sometimes have dreams about the ocean; the thought of being in a giant "place" in which there are still lots of things to find is rather exciting.