Dream #1: The Beetle car

Dream: I am given an old model Beetle (white car). The vehicle supposedly no longer works or has difficulty, I accept it and in a few minutes I put it back into operation. It starts on the first try, and I decide to go and give it a try. The vehicle is right-hand drive (English model) and I notice that the counter is in miles. The car is white, you can clearly hear the presence of the characteristic engine of this car model, a pleasant little noise from the ladybug (it makes me think of the film the ladybug or “choupette” as they call it). So I get behind the wheel of the car; it doesn't seem to pose a problem for me to drive on the right, so I take the road and find myself on mountain paths where they are made of white pebbles, round pebbles. On the path there is a crow's foot, with two possible directions, one which goes straight ahead and one which goes down to the bottom of the mountain, I decide to take the path on the left, the one which continues straight ahead or goes slightly uphill. I put my bike down where there are other bikes and look at the church. There are two staircases, one on the left and one on the right: the one on the right seems not to be used and stops in front of a church door. I take the one on the left which goes up to the church and seems to go higher too. The steps seem to be difficult to climb and sometimes even higher than necessary, at certain times I have to climb not by putting my feet down, but by climbing on my knees, to then get up again. In front of the church there are young girls waiting, they are dressed in white with white dresses as if for a communion. I decide to go higher and continue at times to have to climb on my knees. At the top of the stairs, there is a shiny new university, with a large parking lot on the left. Big buildings. I find myself in front of a staircase that goes down to the university and I park there. There is a young girl and her mother. She calls a teacher who arrives and thanks him, telling him that he was the best teacher she had, and that thanks to him she is where she is. To do what she wanted. He tells her that he only awakened her potential. I go back down to the church. Arriving at the bottom of the steps, I can't find my bike, it has disappeared, I only see bike wheels but just the metal frame, there are no tires. I look around and see a smaller bike the size for a young child, it looks like mine. But too small for me to use it. I turn around and see two bikes of different shapes. The wheels are not aligned, one behind the other but juxtaposed on two parallel lines, which allows the bike to stand upright. I find myself on the small bike which gradually grows to a normal size as I move forward. I am on the road and overtake another cyclist, who is overtaking a parked car. I pay attention to the vehicle coming in front while overtaking the bike, I realize that there is someone lying in the middle of the road on the pedestrian crossing and sleeping. He is lying with his legs crossed and his arms crossed. He has a cap or a hat. I find myself on foot, passing through a shopping street, there is the market, lots of people, filled stalls. I pass in front of a shop where there are Buddhas. Buddhas from all over the world we feel a special atmosphere emanating from the store, the Buddhas in the window are all standing and seem to be made of gold or gold. There are green fabrics and pink fabrics. Inscription in oriental letters. Buddhas from all over the world Buddha of smile, longevity of life of love, Buddha of remembrance, Buddha of forgiveness. I pass in front of this shop and continue on my way, telling myself at that moment that I have already seen this shop in another dream, I have already walked past it with Sophie, Laura and Jacques. I continue my way through the mazes of the market and I see a man in a dark black suit. Holding two black suitcases we cannot see his head; it seems to be covered with a metal helm like a helmet but not showing anything in front or behind. This covers his entire head in a complete shape (it resembles the sharp, rounded shape of the head of a bullet or shell. People seem to step aside to let him pass, he walks briskly. He passes by me, and I turn to look at him. I wonder what he could be carrying, at this moment I think he must be a bodyguard Or a conveyor, he is wide. powerful but of average size, no bigger than me if I had to compare it I turn around and continue my way into the market I wake up.

Dream #2: Slam

Share: For this practical work, I opted for the study of poetry through our current society. That is to say the art of writing of a young poet on the contemporary music scene through an updated trend in poetry from the United States: slam. This new form of expression of current poetry has the simple objective of making reading and listening to poetry less elitist and boring. This avant-garde current born at the end of the 80s in the Atlantic also brings a new art of expressing and materializing through words its states of mind, its questions and its visions of the world. Slam is characterized in its essence to be an artistic movement carrying values ​​such as open-mindedness, sharing, freedom of expression and overcoming social barriers. The speaker (slammer) exposes his verses, words, intentions in a text written and performed on stage with a background sound which brings an envelope of atmospheres and emotions to the audience. Slam can be interpreted as the new age of the poetry of yesteryear where the interior ambiances, sounds, melodies give depth, incarnation to the texts expressed through a revealed emotional and vibrational dimension. I then opted to analyze the work of a French slammer known since the emergence of the movement: grand corps Malay (GCM). This young artist comes from a rather notable and socially involved family. He revealed his basketball talents very early on. An accident interrupts his plans and his expansion: as a colony monitor, he jumps into a swimming pool with too little water and displaces many of his vertebrae. The medical diagnosis left him paralyzed for life but through rehabilitation he regained the use of his legs 1 year later. This event reflects a profound program change in its manifestation. He was experiencing a search for collective fusion on an emotional level but his lack of love, of balanced sharing (a form of inner dryness) caused great discrepancies even in the plan of his manifestation... Too down to earth. This reveals a great strength for advancement but still with great needs to please to be in front and involving planning difficulties. These rather instinctive essences are then reflected in his way of expressing his poetry, his leadership, his states of mind. He also demonstrates courage and willpower, but which, as we will see, is more akin to combativeness and rebellion. Excerpt from the lyrics of the song “tightrope walk” by Grand Corps Malade: “So I encountered show biz, I saw the kingdom of egos which will be able to make the most entries, which will cause the most echo I I won't spit in the soup, where I am I feel good but to keep my balance, I won't forget where I come from. It's for this need for balance that I keep a little off-piste because I also love human life when artistic life is interrupted between the light of the moon and that of the spotlights. Now I know that I have my place at the Olympia, but also in the MJC. I take a step back, I take gloves when I see the rhinestones and the glitter, the people who feel important, for me they stress me out and are not clear, I won't spit in the soup, I have met very good people but I will always recognize myself more in those who come from where I come from. It is for this need for balance that we played in cathedrals but just afterwards eye to eye with a prison audience, it is for this need for balance that all my feelings touch each other when I see the audience getting up, I think of my son going to bed. I am a tightrope walker, I move forward far from certainties with my feet on the ground, air in my bubble, balance is an attitude I am a tightrope walker..."