Rêve étrange
Saturday, 30 September 2006 | 9:56
I woke up a few minutes ago with a sing-song refrain in my head… I had a dream this morning, some time between 8:30 and 9:15. C’était bien étrange. J’étais avec mon chum dans un champ; il y avait des montagnes dans la distance; il faisait beau. Nous étions assis dans l’herbe; plusieurs voitures étaient sur la route tout près de nous. A girl whom I didn’t know, but my boyfriend did, stopped to ask for directions to the Emergency Department of a nearby hospital. We then realised that we would all be late for school – I was a student again, at what level I’m not sure.
Je me souviens que j’ai dû écrire une dissertation sur les dangers de fumer, et aussi de présenter un pub pour Coca-Cola (?!). Nous avion eu nos directives il y avait longtemps, mais personne dans ma class a fait leur devoirs. I rushed into my “locker room” where all my notes and texts and materials were – it was actually my bedroom in my childhood home. The bed was a mess, with the covers all piled up and clothes on the floor, and the curtains were drawn, bathing the room in a soft glow – the light in the room was exactly how I remembered it being when I was younger. I found my textbooks and notepads buried under the blankets; I collected them all in my arms and then rushed to the classroom – a large room on an incline that I’d never been in. Tout mes camarades de classe étaient là.
Chacun était nerveux; nous avons eu nos idées, mais la plupart n’a pas complété les tâches. J’ai rédigée rapidement un manuscrit pour le pub, puis j’ai organisée mes pensées sur le tabagisme. Il y avait une problème – j’avais du mal à décider entre une dissertation, avec de la recherche propre et organisée, et un poème ou une petite histoire littéraire. I finally jotted down a few lines, creating a “smoker’s sonnet”, and put it aside. The TV advert was more complicated; we had all been expected to act it out, but at the last minute the instructor decided we could just show the finished product on film. I don’t know how we all managed to prepare, shoot, and edit our adverts in less than 10 minutes, but it all worked out. I remember having had a basic concept for the ad, then at the last minute switching it to the opposite of what I had been trying to do.
I woke up at the end of my ad, the last few notes of its soundtrack still playing; the lights were coming on in the classroom, and I was feeling so relieved…
Voulez-vous savoir mon idée pour le pub Coke? Tant pis, je ne le révèle pas! 
