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First dream
I was supposed to have lunch with my godmother's family; her, her daughter and their kids, and her brother (I've never met him but in the dream he was just like her but with a long wool coat and a hat).
At first I was rude with them because I was looking at my phone the whole time, then I realized I had an appointement at the doctor's at 11:10 and it was 11:08. So I walked out on them. Called off the appointment.
When I came back they were on their way out, pissed, and her brother gave me a 20€ bill he had planned to give me all along but without talking and then left. Super weird.

Second dream.
I was buying groceries at an open air market with my mom, we had a wheeled cart, and we found an exit to the market that if we took it we didn't have to pay for our groceries, so we took it.

Third dream.
I was sitting on the floor with a friend, and I found little toy cars Micro Machines as well as other toy cars right next to me so I took them, and I was pretty stoked.

Fourth dream.
The people who used to write the magazine Player One. In the morning, in a bar, having coffee.

Fifth dream.
My mom could hear Julien's laugh from her window. I told her she was lucky.

Sixth dream.
I was in a big house with bullies and they were bullying people.
And another scene had their house/mansion destroyed and they were taken by force into a bus. A very strong guy stopped one of them and punched him on the head three times very violently.
I stood behind the buy being punched, I was on the side of the puncher not the bullies.
The three punches played out in a loop several times in front of me, sometimes in very slow motion, sometimes faster. The guy's head was beaten to a pulp and covered in vivid colors. Sometimes I held his arm up for him to be punched properly.
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I jumped back in time from my "now and here" (being 34, living in California), and all of a sudden I was in a car in 1985 Paris.
No way for me to get in touch with anyone in my family or friends, who would have been freaked out to see me aged 34 on their doorstep.
No real way for me to prevent my younger self from making all their life's mistakes without creating more paradoxes.
My wife won't even be born for the next 3 years.
Besides, I could never get an ID, or a job, because I wouldn't be able to get a birth certificate.
And the 1985 Paris is a lot crummier, dangerous, dirty and under construction than the one I liked and knew.
So one of my options is to stay "undercover", maybe abroad, until 2015, while letting my younger self do everything that brought him to life I knew and left.
Then prevent him somehow from time-jumping from 2015 to 1985. At which point I will be 64, and will have waited for this moment for 30 long, wasted years.

And when I do stop my younger self from time-travelling, I will instantly die, or vanish, because there won't be a reason for there to be an old me anymore, since the time jump won't have taken place.
There would be just one me, picking up their life where I left it.
Not such a joyous perspective, and quite a sacrifice to let someone "else" get "your" life back where it suddenly stopped.
And maybe when I'll be 64, and somehow survived all these difficulties, I won't want to die anymore, I'll want to let that time loop happen again, maybe I'll have friends, maybe I'll have a sort of life that I don't want to throw away. Maybe I'd have kids. I'd be the oldest self that has ever lived. And maybe the path that I took since the time jump is safer for me than picking up where I left off. Maybe if I stop the other me from time-travelling, I instantly die but my younger self dies a few days later as well, car accident or whatever.

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Dream 1

I found a baby its head came off

Dream 2

There was an aquarium with weird creatures in it, including a giant snail with a feather on top of its shell that would lift up and down.

Dream 3

My former boss film producer worked in Monoprix where I saw this great wool sweater for only 4 euros but they didn’t have it in my size anymore.
They sent me to the suburbs, and I took the metro to go to the suburbs, and on the way out there was a stand where they gave free chocolate samples with different flavours, I asked if they had peanut butter inside chocolate but she looked at me funny and I realised I was in France (in the dream) and that they had no idea what the f*ck peanut butter was.

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J’ai rêvé que j'étais dans un jardin public, et des gens chantaient, quand soudain un homme gigantesque de par sa corpulence et sa stature, s'est incrusté pour chanter la fin de la chanson, d'une voix si grave qu'elle faisait trembler tout ce qui était autour.

Ensuite il est monté par une rue surplombant le jardin public, puis il a sauté jusque dans le jardin, en tombant sur les fesses comme font les sumos, et la terre a tremblé, tout le monde a eu peur. Il est parti en rigolant et je l'ai suivi pour savoir s'il voulait être dans un film et il a dit que ça ne l'intéressait pas et qu'il n'avait pas de temps à perdre avec tt ça.

Puis soudain des policiers sont sortis de leurs cachettes, ils s'apprêtaient à l'attraper pour trouble de l'ordre public, et ils se sont jetés sur lui à 15 mais il les jetait dans tout les sens comme des fourmis. Un des flics avait une épée, alors le géant s'en est emparé et a tranché dans le tas, puis il m'a regardé un peu confus et il est parti.

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I was in the south of France at my grandmotherms house and all my cousins were cleaning the house.
I went to the restrooms in the back of a small shed.
Then there was a tornado and when I came out of the shed I was on the roof of a building in London.
It was pretty nice and sunny but I was worried about the people I had just left.

I went downstairs inside the building which was some sort of school.
People were sitting here and there attending classes that weren't really serious. I tried to figure out where I was with my phone and make sense of it all. Sun through the trees and boats on the Thames.
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I was with my friend Thomas. We went into a Chinese food store where an old Chinese man sold us fried baby dolphins. They were very small, fried (the skin was maroon), and their eyes were shiny and black and solid. It was crunchy but I don't remember the taste. Then we went outside the shop and felt really guilty of what horrible thing we had just done.
In another part of the dream I was yelling out a window that I was looking for actors for a film and some by-passers woulds top by and ask more details about it or say "f*** you!"

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I was in a street with lots of flowers and gardens and houses that looked very much like the countryside but it was in Paris. Across the street from me was my dads house and it was covered in huge flowers. On the ground-level window I could see my dad. My dad was complaining about something and I told him look dad you have a house. It's covered in flowers. You're in Paris. You're next to st michel and Censier. He stopped complaining and I walked across the street all the way to the window. Through the window, I also saw my grandmother walk by, who passed away many years ago. She was looking different. Her fingers were fat and her skin was yellowish. She was very wrinkled. She only said hi and walked away upstairs.
I walked down the street a little bit and saw Jarvis Cocker run towards a big house with a big garden. He was wearing a blue suit and looked old. I called his name, and he turned around and said hi to me. I am not sure he knew who I was, but he was very friendly. His hair was thinning. He said let's go get a drink, and I said okay. In the bar that we went to we ordered two drinks. He ordered a coffee and I ordered tea. And then, his phone rang and he went outside to talk. While he was outside I tried figuring out the price of my drink, but the menu was very badly designed. All the nines were flipped horizontally and a lot of the same numbers didn't look the same at all. It was hell for any customer and the even worse - if that's possible - for a graphic designer.
This part didn't get ended in the dream.
In another part of the dream, it was nighttime and I was at my dads house. There was a huge metal door to the garage that when you pulled on what shaky and was badly attached to the wall. I suggested getting it fixed and instead of fixing it my dad walked to the door and pulled on it until it broke and fell to the ground. I asked him why did you do that outside it's nighttime and it's raining and it's going to get really cold in there. He said we'll fix it. I said do you have something to weld and he said yes. And he went and got it.
In another part of the dream I was in Les Halles. They had finished the work there but it was not at all the way it was supposed to look like. It looked more like rocky hallways with plants. Maybe the whole thing was set into the future. Maybe the whole thing was set in alternative reality. Maybe the whole thing was in paradise.

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I was in a street with lots of flowers and gardens and houses that looked very much like the countryside but it was in Paris. Across the street from me was my dads house and it was covered in huge flowers. On the ground-level window I could see my dad. My dad was complaining about something and I told him look dad you have a house. It's covered in flowers. You're in Paris. You're next to st michel and Censier. He stopped complaining and I walked across the street all the way to the window. Through the window, I also saw my grandmother who passed away many years ago. She was looking different. Her fingers were fat and her skin was yellowish. She was very wrinkled. She only said hi and walked away upstairs.

I walked down the street a little bit and saw Jarvis Cocker run towards a big house with a big garden. He was wearing a blue suit and looked old. I called his name, and he turned around and said hi to me. I am not sure he knew who I was, but he was very friendly. His hair was thinning. He said let's go get a drink, and I said okay. In the bar that we went to we ordered two drinks. He ordered a coffee and I ordered tea. And then, his phone rang and he went outside to talk. While he was outside I tried figuring out the price of my drink, but the menu was very badly designed. All the nines were flipped horizontally and a lot of the same numbers didn't look the same at all. It was hell for any customer and the antichrist for a graphic designer.
This part didn't get ended in the dream.

In another part of the dream, it was nighttime and I was at my dads house. There was a huge metal door to the garage that when you pulled on what shaky and was badly attached to the wall. I suggested getting it fixed and instead of fixing it my dad walked to the door and pulled on it until it broke and fell to the ground. I asked him why did you do that outside it's nighttime and it's raining and it's going to get really cold in there. He said we'll fix it. I said do you have something to weld and he said yes. And he went and got it.
In another part of the dream I was in Les Halles. They had finished the work there but it was not at all the way it was supposed to look like. It looked more like rocky hallways with plants. Maybe the whole thing was set into the future. Maybe the whole thing was set in alternative reality. Maybe the whole thing was in paradise.
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Tornadoes all around mama's house.
They break other houses, they kill lots of people 4, 5 tornadoes at the same time. They made a mountain where there was just a hill. I look for shelter in the neighbour's warehouse but he gets thrown around by the wind.
All the tornadoes merge into one big dark one that makes a huge hole in the ground and in the sky.

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First dream
There was this place which was like a squat, concrete, underground, but with windows on the sides. A photographer friend was there. Out the windows we could see all sorts of different things: hairy monsters (pictoplasma like or where the wild things are like), beaches, or city landscape in turn. I would take pictures of all this and be excited at the idea of such strange and awesome pictures.

Second dream.
The second dream was a movie. During the first scene, animals destroyed a farmer's farm. Then the story centered on a little girl that lives on the farm. Flashbacks with her and growing up as a friend to the animals, sad when animals would die or be sick. At the end of the film we undertand she was raped by the farmer and that the animals destroyed the farm for her.

Third dream.
I came home in the 1st district of Paris one day and few things were different: the intercom was built-in into the wall and flat and white with a great futuristic font on the buttons. I came upstairs and the mail room was totally different, a dude was here changing the interior decoration. On the left wall were still mailboxes, and on the right wall was a bookshelf full of books and a bench for people to sit on while they wait for friends to come downstairs. A bunch of other stuff was added, sculptures on the wall, one of them was a face with pimples and eyes as tiny lightbulbs. The man had also placed a basket of fruits for people to take. I jokingly asked how much higher the rent would be now that this existed but he didn't reply coherently.
In dreams, money is not coherent.

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