I was in my birth city, but it had changed. One of my uncles had moved, and I was going at his new home, some kind of appartment, to moe the lawn with my brother... The neibourghood was all changed. It now had some commercial street, pretty much like some kind of downtown. There was a railroad track just up the hill, really close to the main street, alongside, and lots of people were walking on it instead of walking on the road. I remember that the railroad track looked very old. In reality this part of the city is kind of old, close to the river from which the city gets his name. I always tought that it was the most ancient and poorest part of the city, with struggling people that I don't know. So the railroad track was speaking for that. On the mainstreet, we were driving and hitting all sorts of detritus, maintenance workfield, all sorts of things. We would drive through all this, almost without feeling any contact, altought I was fearing it.

Once we got to my uncle's appartment, I found out that he was living in a big appartment complex. There were lots of people into their appartment, mostly some unsignificant familly, like one aunt that I barely see and talk to, some dumb cousine, and foreign people that must have been from my aunt's side of familly. There were also two small Indians (from India...) with glasses reading the papers. There were so many people, sitting all around, up high, everywhere in that big appartment. We were almost ignoring each other. It really had that "unsignificant people" feel.

Then I saw the lawn, kind of in an animated picture fashion, some kind of charachter was going down a big hill very quickly. That was an endless hill, their field. And I just see it with small frentic charachters sliding and going down the hill very quickly. The End, I think.

It's hard to know what really the context was. I was attenting to a class. There were three black teachers that, instead of providing some teaching, were doing the same choereography over and over again. They would start some 80s new wave reggae song on their stereo, like UB40's Red Red wine, and do their thing, endlessly. That's the only thing I remember from their teaching, maybe they've done more conventionnal teaching, but I cannot remember. I know I had something going with a chineese girl that I think was pretty much looking like chineese star diver Guo Jingjing, very beautiful. But I cannot remeber having talk to her or having do anything to her. She was there, not in the class, but she was around, and we both knew that we must have love each other and that there was maybe just one step left to take for both us. I remember that during that class I found an orange half over my desk, and writtings around it. That was a gift she left me. After the class was over, lots of people were regrouping outside, like if they were just hanging around before going home after class. She was there, but I cannot see her face. I went away with some friend of mine, and we climbed a small hill, don't know why. From the top of the hill we could see the kids hanging in small groups. She was there with some friends. I asked my friend if I should go to her home in the evening without warning her. I tought that calling her on the phone would be a waste. He told me I shouldn't. I was really mixed up, I didn't knew what to do. I didn't even knew if I had her phone number, altought I remember thinking that it I remembered maybe it was written over the desk around the orange half. I wasn't even quite sure she loved me or where she lived anymore, or if I had picked the right girl, because there were other chineese girls with her, and maybe it was an other one of them... As I was all mixed up and looking at her from the top of the hill, I saw a number beside her, kind of like in a video game where you can see your character health or power on a 100 points scale. That number was representating her love for me. I remember that it was going from very high to very low, and vice versa, very quickly. I remember thinking that it was a crucial moment in our relationship, and I was so desperate and willing to act I ran down the hill to her. I woke up in my way down.