Date of dream: Thursday, February 04, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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…I am going up the steep montée Paiement in Gatineau. I bump into G. G., one of my first girlfriends’ brother. He was a young teenager back in the mid-90’s. We look at each other, how we have changed. He says “You look like me!” Now I am with the beautiful I. G., his sister, the girlfriend in question. I am delighted to see her again: we haven’t seen each other in over a decade. And I still loved her even though I left her for a boy. She is a bit more fat than she used to be, and she now dyes her hair orange, but, apparently, she purposefully left a streak of white hair hanging. I find her rather young to have white hair: we have the same age. But, Alain, you are bald… We walk in the corridor of a multiplex, a wing that leads to a décor of a Parisian café where we can sit to watch an “exterior” projection of some horror movie. Now we are walking outside the multiplex, staring at the lights and the neon ornamenting the immense construction. Are we on a date? …We are at her parents’ house, a little house in the country. Her brother is also there. “I am so glad to see you’re still together. I am also glad that my parents still are.” (Even though they are not talking to me anymore for some obscure reason.) There is a bear in the parking, but their husky chases it away. The wolves are howling… We walk down the steep montée Paiement in Gatineau at night, watching the lights of Ottawa in the distance. I feel her breast brushing on my face through her silky dress while I am holding her hips to help her overcome some obstacles. She thanks me, smiling, looking in my eyes. All of a sudden, one of the many dark clouds in the dark sky sparkles. There are white sparks inside it, then everything turns pure black, except for the cloud. Then it sends a bright, white lightening on the earth with a deafening thunder sound. We understand they are extra-terrestrials. We hurry down the hill, but her high heels make it somewhat complicated. Fortunately, I have a special gun: it traps the “magnetic” or the “electric signals” inside it. In fact, I am trapping a white lightening inside it as a dark cloud is aiming at us right as we speak. My gun seems to “absorb” more than it “shoots.” …I am walking with my aunt N. and her husband Alain in the corridors of their Catholic-Satanic hotel-motel in Ottawa. A. C., my first girlfriend and the cousin of M. S., my best friend, is also there. We are actually walking in the corridor of a multiplex, a wing that leads to a décor of a Parisian café where we can sit to watch an “exterior” projection of some horror movie. Actually, we are walking inside a haunted house. It is just for fun, I mean, we have to pay to get in. But, even if this is a “fake” haunted house, it is a “real” one. In each room, there is a TV with a horror movie playing on it. It seems to tell the story of a family who thought they could have fun in this same haunted house, but they realized it was really haunted. There are some writings in blood on the walls… I think… There is a wooden box in the middle of one of the rooms. The wood has cryptic engraved motifs in it. The little girl screams inside the box. I understand it is a bottomless box. If we put it upside down, the little girl might just be “released” from their spell, but we have to make sure another demon doesn’t come out of the box while doing so. And another demon comes out right after the little girl. She screams, but I turn the box over again, and turn it right over after: the little girl comes out, but not the trapped demon. I hear a menacing laughter. I tell my partner that I am going to get out, but that I am going to wait until 3 AM outside. He or she agrees. I am waiting outside, wishing that he or she will be safe. A lady asks me where is the haunted manor. As a favour, I misdirect her…
Date of dream: Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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…I am on a bus from Montréal to Gatineau, I am going to visit my family… At home, everybody is angry with me. I don’t understand why. My mom ignores me. She only speaks in monosyllables without looking at me. My sister literally asks me to leave and to not try to contact them ever again. The dog growls and barks at me. My aunt H., who lives with them, remains polite, but you can see in her eyes that she’s annoyed. What did I do? I ask my dad if it’s true. He answers something like that we need a break. I feel alone now in my hometown. I should call my friend M.-P., or H. B. But we didn’t see each other in a very long time; why wouldn’t they also be angry with me now? Forget it. I just wish G. G., my roommate, won’t be angry when I get back home, in Montréal… I am apparently about to go to LA on a plane. Even though I am extremely scared in planes, I am being told the trip is only forty-five minutes, so it would be ideal for a first attempt. We are going to attend a representation of Evil Dead: The Musical. This is going to be cool! Now the plane is taking off. If I can trust my perception, now the plane is vertical. I am crying. I don’t want to die. G. G., my roommate, is seated next to me and says to herself something like “This is the last time I travel with him.” My parents are also there. I thought they weren’t talking to me anymore. Well, they are there, and they’re not talking to me either. With all those distractions, I realize the plane has just landed. I didn’t feel anything, which is a good thing because I am so scared. We walk in the airport’s corridors. Actually, it is a huge multiplex. The wing in which we are walking is dedicated to the Evil Dead musical. Other wings are dedicated to other movies. What? I thought this musical was more like a play… My family and my roommate are with me, but they are not talking to me. The corridor leads to a décor of the terrace of a little café that looks Parisian. Do we have to sit here to watch an exterior projection of the movie? …Back in Montréal, I walk with M. S., my best friend, on the streets. He is talking to me, but he sticks to the essential. He says he has to go to the hardware store, that I can wait for him outside. I affectionately call him “sister” like we usually do, but he is not laughing. At work, the call center's director, who just quit, picks up something on the floor. It is a curly phone cord. Since I used to be in charge of the equipment's inventory, he asks what is that. I am answering that S. G. is now in charge of the inventory, that I don't know... Of course, there is no better way to prove them wrong, brotha...
Date of dream: Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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…I am taking the bus from Montréal to Gatineau, or from Gatineau to Montréal. I am in a room at 498 Antoine street in Gatineau, where I used to live with my parents, during my high school years. I am in the first room I’ve had, then the next one (my sister’s.) A big black dog jumps from the backyard to the floor in one of my two rooms through the window. Glass shatters all over the place… I am going to my aunt S.’s place in Gatineau for Christmas, where she used to live when I was baby-sitting P., except the little party she is having, on my father’s side of the family, is in a lesbian bar in Montréal, on the first floor, communicating with the sidewalk. Or maybe is it a hotel? Or a motel? Catholic or Satanic? In Ottawa, on Albert Street… I am baby-sitting P., my handicapped cousin whom I was taking care of when I was just fifteen, my aunt S.’s son, my (half-) father’s sister. I am closing her entrance door on a millipede, to trap it between the screen door and the wooden one. When I close the wooden door, I realize I have actually trapped two millipedes inside. In fact, there are three of them. Two of them are trapped between the doors, but one of them is about to climb, crawl on me… I am going in the apartment building where aunt N., my mother’s sister, used to live. I buy something at the convenience store in the building. Then I enter one of the two symmetrical entrance doors, obviously on the first floor. I climb the staircase from the first floor to the second, then I run to the opposite one, and I climb from the second floor to the third, then I run to the opposite staircase, where I’m coming from, and I climb from the third etc. Maybe is it the Catholic-Satanic hotel-motel. Or some high school. I am in some locker room. I am sitting on a bench with three other guys. Four guys are sitting on a similar bench in front of us. The space is limited; our backs rest on the white brick wall. We decide to compare the lengths of our cocks. No one has a hard-on; we just compare them. But I realize a girl is spying on us: N. G., the receptionist at BBM. She throws me some boy’s underpants that lands on some chest of drawers, or some “seat-head”, next to me. What is she doing here? Isn’t this the boys’ locker room? Maybe is it a restaurant? I am sitting on a seat with three guys in a restaurant in front of four other guys. N. G. is sitting in front of me, on the other side of the table. I rub the underpants in my face, laughing, saying something like “That’s hot!” But she apparently doesn’t get my joke. Then she lies down on the table with her dress and no underpants on. She tells me something like “At least, I have a boyfriend…” There is a little girl – Shirley Temple? My sister? - singing in my family’s living room, in Gatineau, but maybe it is a bit too expensive-looking to be ours… I am at the library. I loan a French book in its English translation. They are showing something on the library’s LCD screens: some car race in front of the Olympic Stadium… I am walking in les Promenades de l’Outaouais, the shopping mall in Gatineau, alone, early in the morning, walking past the food court and the numerous boutiques. When I walk past the fountain, its main water jet throws me out in the parking lot… I am walking from the Promenades to my parents’ place, a considerable walk. When I get home, a little girl – my sister? Shirley Temple? – is singing in our living room, a room that’s maybe too expensive-looking to be ours. Then, my (half-) father puts on a TV show on the LCD screen where we can see a car race in front of the Olympic Stadium… Aren’t they supposed to be at parc Jean-Drapeau? …I am walking in a hospital. There are zombies outside. I enter one of the two symmetrical entrance doors, obviously on the first floor. I climb the staircase from the first floor to the second, then I run to the opposite one, and I climb from the second floor to the third, then I run to the opposite staircase, where I’m coming from, and I climb from the third etc. Zombies are running after me in some hospital corridor. I enter a room to protect myself, a junk room where others have came to hide. But I realize the room is a morgue. The dead is rising from stretchers. I open the door again to go out of the room. The beyond, waiting on the other side, is about to eat me…
