62 – Rêve de Lizzy, 67 ans

Night before last, I dreamed I was in a place "in the bronx" (so says my dream), on a broad deserted street. To the side between buildings and circonvoluted streets I can make out a big synagogue, very ornate and very sooty. I have somehow committed to walking around this strange neighbourhood and head off, with the temple to my back and right, but I see that the street quickly runs into an equally broad sandy path that is a dead-end. I decide to give up on my walk and take the subway. I happen to see a station, to my left, beyond an expense of trees. as I cross that space, the shade turns into obscurity, turns to night. Somehow I know I am now in a black neighbourhood, and indeed I walk by a black man, he talks to me, invites me, but I am scared and walk on (the man is wearing a beige raincoat, buttoned and belted and I am carrying an identical coat over my arm, that is dragging on the ground). I enter the subway (a NY type entrance) - when I come out I’m in a school yard or on a a small square with a classroom opening onto it, young kids (like lo’s daughter or my nephews), everything is colorful, gently shaded. I ask whether I am in the Paris neighbourhood where I lived when I was in university, they say yes...
Last night I dreamed : someone (a black someone ? a black man ?) is showing some exercises to make your butt more round and firm up. he says to me but your butt is already round and firm...