Dreamtime — 2021/07/02

I have spent most of the last few days sleeping, doing only the essentials to stay alive, immobilized with fatigue. The opaque heat of the week has not helped to resist the weight of the dark energies that gravitate around me.


The lion's kiss — 2018/03/18

No matter where the dream comes from, it sometimes continues beyond our unconsciousness, illuminating with its warm lights the reality of the dawn. He was a lion in good standing, at least on his first contact.


The dream algorithm — 2017/12/17

How sad it is to have to leave a dream, especially one that comes to haunt the universe of our unconsciousness from time to time. I am one of those who glide, who fly away.


Are you dreaming? — 2017/08/26

Nous vivons dans un rêve, n’est-ce pas ? Le vôtre n’est peut-être pas le mien même si le mien ressemble à s’y méprendre à ce que vous inventez pour vous-mêmes.


I dreamt of him — 2017/06/23

I dreamt about him. He stood next to me, I couldn’t see his face, but I could observe his hair, guess the strength of his blood through the pulsating vein on his neck.


Steve Jobs in dreams — 2014/09/25

Don't ask me when my dream began. I can tell you that it must have been 6:30 in the morning. Its roots go back in part to the day before, when I did not deal with a cat, but with Fido, my telephone company. I renewed my contract and took the opportunity to get the latest Apple product, the iPhone 6.


If I won the lottery — 2013/08/28

— If I won the lottery, I'd make a big trip. He smiles, his eyes happy, swollen by his dream. I stick more to him, use his shoulder as an angular pillow, still comfortable, turns my head towards the colorful window of the green tree, open to the morning sounds of the Metropolitan.


The river and humility — 2013/02/04

Night comes back to haunt the city. It's time for bed. I am still amazed at this time that passes without me being able to take a few nourishing sips.


The Buddha's smile without a smile — 2011/11/20

I dreamed again. These days, it seems that my brain absorbs a lot of data, and since it is slow to digest, it stirs them up overnight. When I woke up this morning, first of all, the very sad smile of a Buddha that my mind diligently corrected.


Are we? — 2011/11/13

I dreamt that a well-known publishing house would return my manuscript to me with a letter of vehement nonsense and tell me not to write a single word again. I was new in a convoluted office. My colleagues looked like people I knew.


Reaching — 2011/10/25

Every morning, when I open my eyes, I reach out my hands. The dawn that is taking shape in me is trying to open my arms. While the already forgotten dreams unravel in the magical purgatory of the unconscious, I have to get down to earth, return to this life.