voila ce qu'écrit darren le 10 septembre 2007 sur son blog la traduction est a venir il y aura surement des fautes
Lucid Dreams
Exhausting sleep last night.
Lucid dreams the whole time. Been going to bed far too late recently. It started when I got back from Australia and I've never really broken the back of the jet lag. Since I've not had too many early mornings – I've managed to become a night owl often watching the sun come up as I crawl into bed.
It's made for some strange otherworldly dreams and a skewed view of my universe.
Last night – I was in another world. Perhaps a parallel one. Like this one but I'm sort of ageless and there's always a sense of the universe being slightly fluid. Time changes, the faces of characters shift. Environments are familiar but new.
In this dream I had moved house and was trying to get to grips with my new surroundings. It was a very industrial building yet it was in the middle of a beautiful field next to a gully. I felt claustrophobic being in such a concrete structure and my body was yearning for nature. There was an incredible urge to run outside.
I ran out of the house, and a storm was brewing. The air was pregnant with rain and the trees were blowing furiously in the lead up to what should have been a downpour. But the rain never came. Yet as I made my way to the gully – I sensed something dreadful. Something I guess like death. I looked up and all around the tree that overhangs the gully were black crows. Ominous. Silent. Watching.
I woke up.
Richard called from downstairs and he said there was a problem in the garden.
A bird, he said, was injured and it lay bleeding.
My immediate thought was to ask 'Is it windy outside? Is it about to rain?'
'No,' he said puzzled.
I went downstairs and the poor little bird lay in the garden, blood on it's torso. One wing bent impossibly backward. It was clearly dying. A cat must have attacked it and it had made it's way to our garden.
We called animal welfare and they took the little bird away.
I don't know what happened to it.
I daren't think.
Wally, all the while, had become rabid. His animal instincts suddenly at the surface. His need to retrieve suddenly palpable. It was weird to see him as an animal and not some cuddly teddy bear like the kind we've become accustomed to.
Later, we went to see the movie 'Atonement'.
I knew from the beginning credits this was a film that would move me.
It had been such a strangely cinematic day that I wanted to just immerse myself in a bit of fiction.
Those of you who don't want to know avert your eyes now. But the plot of the movie – a tragic romance set in England during WW2 , begins with the false accusation of a horrendous crime. This lie sends ripples throughout many lives and the irony was not lost on me. I found myself quite angry and thinking a lot about justice and truth.
We came home and there was no storm.
Our dog had not become a wolf or a hunter.
He jumped playfully at our knees and we walked him around the square of homes built in the 1800's.
We held hands.
And I thought about how lucky I am to have love.
traduction:
rêves lucides
sommeil épuisant la nuit dernière.
des rêves lucides le temps plein. En allant au lit trop tard , récemment ce rêve a commencé quand je suis revenu de l'Australie et je n'ai jamais vraiment cassé les pieds au fait du retard de voyager en jet puisque je n'ai pas eu beaucoup de matin tôt.
je suis arrivé a devenir un hibou de nuit observant souvent le soleil montant pendant que je rampe dans mon lit.
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