Dreams Can Come True

The subconscious is a rather powerful feature of the human psychological "whole". A muddy zone where all is possible, where the connections you never make in your "waking life" are made. I shall elaborate further in an essay I am planning to write, about temporality and our brain recording images and storing them as if it knew what we were going to need later on, and what was going to be useless. But that's a hasardous ground that I am not stepping on, for the moment.

So there I was, after an incredibly difficult Monday, sleeping like a log. I had forgotten to set up my alarm clock to wake up at 7:30 this morning, and I was so deeply buried in my dreams that I didn't open my eyes until 8:20, almost an hour after I was supposed to get out of bed.

And here's the way this hour was spent.

I was hopping in the subway - in my dreams, subways are a recurring motif. The lines are never the same than in reality, and the docks are always shaped like the "steps" of a hot tub, and covered in mosaic. Often blue, always featuring pillars obstructing the view. So there I was, waiting for my wagon in this imaginary transit system, that I nonetheless always take for granted, when I ran into Fabien. Now, Fabien is a guy that attends the same course as I do on Tuesday mornings, but I don't know him at all, and I don't care about the guy - at all.

So there he was, in my dreams, reminding me about the "ogligation" I had this morning to attend school. We spoke a bit - don't remember about what, tho - and I got off the wagon to take a bus. Usually, it's the other way around, but nevermind; EVERYTHING is possible, in dreams, apparently. So upon getting out of the bus in front of UQAM, there was an elderly gentleman trying to walk down the vehicle's stairs. I held his arm to help him, only to realise that it was Yves Archambault, older than he probably is right now, and wearing a hearing device in his left ear.

Now, Archambault is this teacher I had last semester in a boring ecology course, that I failed because I was kicked out of my team - long story. I never really liked the guy, but there he was. Perhaps to remind me that if I was late too often on Tuesday mornings, I would fail that course too ?

He walked along with me and before I went in, he gave me a kiss on the mouth.

Now, what the fuck does my subconscious meant by that ?!

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Dreams can come true in Montreal. If your eyes are sharp enough, and your brain healthy even when the hours are early, you can always spot a few incredibilities around.

So this morning, when I REALLY got off the bus at Sherbrooke station, on my way to school, I noticed that Dave One was sitting just behind me. For fuck's sake. I could have sucked out a guest list for Thursday's "Get Low" at Main Hall where he'll appear alongside Devin the Dude.

Chromeo, in control ?

Didn't know the guy was livin' east, tho.