Finally I had a good time to sleep last night after all the works and busy moments. Sleeping is a form of life that bridges the discontinuity of people and time...I put my conscious steps from the world of daytime into the unknown micro-world in dreams. I meet friends and people whom I have not seen for ages. It is a conscious drive of freestyle rolling of my will and wishes. There is fear and worry, and I go through the missing waves of uncollected sounds and tracks in days. I always pay attention to the dimension of space in dreams, as this provides some basic recognition to me about the environment I am in, a process of unfolding the compressed life, expressing the consciousness onto my soul. Last night, I was in a project of construction, a worship of the middle age, and an exploration of the height of human in projection. We were building a cathedral for a mass, and it was the first time I have had a clearer image of where I am - Europe, the warehouse of history and multi-culturism. A friend I met in Paris talks about the theory of Europeanism. It is the realisation of a self-identity, a self-transformation, an individual touch of the oxidised brick stone under the feet. I woke up and I got this feeling of where I was. In the dream, divinity took away human's body in the construction work. This may be true.
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In dreams I seldom aware of time and space, perdue dans un labyrinthe Dieu sait où....
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