The ladybug car (French version)

Dream #1: The beetle car

Dream: I am given an old model beetle (white car). The vehicle supposedly doesn't work anymore or with difficulty, I accept it and in a few minutes I put it back in operation. It starts on the first try, and I decide to go for a test drive. The vehicle is right-hand drive (English model) and I notice that the meter is in miles. The car is white and we can hear the presence of the engine characteristic of this model of car, small pleasant noise of the beetle (that makes me think of the film the beetle or "choupette" as they call it).

I put myself at the wheel of the car that does not seem to pose me a problem to drive on the right, I thus take the road and I find myself on paths of mountain or those are in white pebbles, round pebbles. On the road there is a crow's foot, with two possible directions, one that goes straight ahead and one that goes down the mountain, I decide to take the left path that continues straight ahead or slightly up. 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 door of the church. 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, I have to go up at times not by putting my feet down, but by going up on my knees, to get up again. In front of the church there are young girls who wait, they are dressed in white with white dresses as for a communion I decide to go up higher and continue by moment to have to go up on the 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 park there. There is a young girl and her mother. She calls a professor who arrives and she thanks him saying that he was the best professor she ever had, and that thanks to him she is where she is now. Doing what she wanted. He tells her that he has only awakened her potential. I go back down to the church. Arrived at the bottom of the steps, I do not find my bicycle, this one disappeared, I see only wheels of bicycles but just the metal frame there are no tires. I observe all around and see a smaller bike of the size for a young child, it looks like mine. But too small for me to use. 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 up. I find myself on the small bike that as I move forward to a normal size. I am on the road and overtake another cyclist, who is overtaking a parked car. I pay attention to the vehicle which arrives in front while overtaking the bicycle, I realize that there is somebody lying in the middle of the road on the crosswalk and who sleeps. He is lying with his legs crossed, and his arms crossed. He has a cap or a beanie. I find myself on foot, passing in a commercial street, there is the market, many people, stalls filled. I pass a store where there are Buddhas. Buddhas from all over the world, we feel a particular atmosphere emanating from the store, the Buddhas in the window are all standing and seem to be in gold or gold. There are green and pink fabrics. Inscription in oriental letters. Buddhas from all over the world, Buddha of smile, longevity of life of love, Buddha of memory, Buddha of forgiveness. I pass in front of this store and continue my way by saying to me at this time that I already saw this store in another dream, I already passed in front of it with Sophie, Laura and Jacques.

I continue my way in the maze of the market and I see a man in black dark suit. Holding two black suitcases we can't see his head it seems to be covered with a metal helmet like a helmet but not letting us see anything in front or behind. It covers her whole head in a complete shape (it looks like the pointed and rounded shape of the head of a bullet or a shell. People seem to move aside to let him pass, he walks with a determined step. He passes by me, and I turn to look at him. I wonder what he might be carrying, at this point I think he must be a bodyguard. Or a courier; he is large, powerful but of average height, not taller than me if I were to compare him. I turn around and continue my way through the market I wake up.

Dream #2 : The slam

Share: For this project, I chose to study poetry through our current society. That is, the art of writing a young poet on the contemporary music scene through an updated trend of poetry from the United States: the slam. This new form of expression of current poetry has the simple objective of making the reading and listening of poetry less elitist and boring. This avant-gardist current born at the end of the 80s in the other side of the Atlantic brings a new art of expressing by the word its states of mind its questionings and its visions of the world. The slam is characterized in its essence to be an artistic movement carrying values such as the open-mindedness, the sharing, the freedom of expression and the overcoming of the social barriers. The speaker (slammer) exposes his verses, words, intentions in a text written and interpreted on stage with a sound background that brings an envelope of ambiances and emotions to the audience. The slam can be interpreted as the new age of poetry of yesteryear where the inner ambiences, sounds, melodies give depth, incarnation to the texts expressed through an emotional and vibratory dimension revealed.

I then chose to analyze the work of a French slammer known since the emergence of the movement: Grand Corps Maladie (GCM). This young artist comes from a rather notable and socially invested family. He reveals very early his talents as a basketball player. An accident interrupts his projects and his expansion: as a camp counselor, he jumps into a pool with too little water and displaces many vertebrae. The medical diagnosis was that he was paralyzed for life, but he regained the use of his legs through rehabilitation one year later. This event translates a deep change of program in his manifestation. He was living a search for collective fusion at the emotional level but his lack of love, of balanced sharing (a form of inner dryness) caused great shifts even in the plane of his manifestation... Too down to earth. This reveals a great strength of advancement but with still great needs to please to be in front and involving difficulties of planning. These rather instinctive essences are then reflected in the way he expresses his poetry, his leadership, his moods. He also shows courage and willpower, but which, as we will see, are more akin to fighting spirit and rebellion. Extract from the lyrics of the song "funambule" by Grand Corps Malade: "So I crossed the show-biz, I saw the kingdom of egos that will be able to make the most entries, that will cause the most echo I will not spit in the soup, where I am I feel good but to keep my balance, I will not forget where I come from, it is for this need of balance that I keep a little off-piste because I also like the human life when the artist's 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 strass and the glitter, the people who feel important, they stress me and they are not clean, I won't spit in the soup, I've met some great people but I'll always recognize myself more in those who come from where I come from it's for this need of balance that we played in cathedrals but just after eye to eye with a prison audience it's for this need of balance that all my feelings touch when I see the audience get up, I think of my son going to bed I am a tightrope walker, I advance far from the certainties the feet on earth, the air in my bubble, the balance is an attitude I am a tightrope walker... "