Most of the time I can’t remember my dreams and it makes me sad. This weekend I dreamed that my mother was picking me up with her bike from a place I had to leave. We were cycling on hairpin bends in the mountains. Last week, I listened to a lecture about dreams from the city of science. The speaker explained: «The dream is to meet someone». I like the idea that the dream does not stop when you wake up but continues and takes on meaning when meeting someone else.
Who would you like to meet in a dream?
April 20th 2020, Marseille.