Nourished for over a couple of months by this rich diet of adventure and masterful storytelling, I had a very exciting particularly vivid partially Lucid Dream the other night. As soon as I awoke, I rushed to the studio, grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, and threw down what I remembered of the dream as quickly as I could before it faded away. It was barely legible, and I proceeded right away to type it into the computer. As I transcribed my scribbles, I started to fill in some of the blanks. I don't know if actual parts of the dream came back to me, or whether I just made it up as I went, but I ended up with a very rough outline of a story, a title, and some additional material as well. Here it is(originally part English part French, I translated the French) :
The dream first takes place during "la débacle" in June 1940, on a small country road along a small river with small bridges made of wooden planks. I am a Parisian, very young(may be 14), a rather nice smart idealistic little guy, interested in girls, books (I have read the novel of Kessel l'Equipage), and airplanes . I have made balsa wood gliders and thrown them from the top of the Eiffel tower. I am walking along with my mother carrying a brown cardboard suitcase tied with a string, and somehow get into an argument with another young guy from the suburbs of Paris, who is more or less a young thug(un mauvais garçon en herbe, graine de truand). The argument turns into a shoving match, and we fall into the water fighting. I am a good swimmer, so I somehow manage to get his head under water and hold him there until he almost starts drowning, and let him go.
He is coughing up water, but keeps fighting, so I push him back under water a couple of times till he nearly drowns. Then I pull him out and revive him. He is coughing up water and cussing.
We somehow become friends and get back on the road together. We talk about our lives: his rough upbringing with an abusive drug dealer father and an alcoholic mother on C and H, his trashy sister, his "girl friends" in the brothels of Pigalle, my quiet life with my doctor father and musician mother, my studies, my passion for airplanes.
A German plane comes down the road shooting, and he saves me by grabbing me and jumping in the ditch. My mother is killed.
We both get back to Paris under German occupation. His parents take me in. His father is a collaborator with the Nazis, and a black market dealer providing fine foods, women and selling morphine to an addicted German Gestapo Commander. His sister is a "dancer" in a night club(entraineuse, et plus).
The dream then moves in space and time to 1943. The two friends have decided to join "la résistance"(the shadow army) in Morvan. They find a wounded English pilot shot down while parachuting guns and supplies to the Maquis Louis. He takes morphine.
They decide to build a glider that will be loaded with explosives and crashed into the German ammunition dépôt in the valley below. The nearby saw mill will supply the wood, the pilot's parachute will be used to cover the wings. The controls will be simplified to the extreme(ailes et queue articulés comme mon modèle réduit?).
EXTRA IDEAS
After taking quick written notes when I finally woke up, I started brainstorming ideas. I don't know whether they're from the actual dream or not.
The child has a jewish mother and a German father, and has blond hair and blue eyes. He is not circumcised. His father was a doctor and went back to Germany to serve as such. Or the father is french and prisoner of war?
The wounded pilot could be dying of gangrene and volunteer for a Kamikase mission piloting the glider. But he dies before the glider is built and one of the friends has to take his place without having ever flown a plane. He manages to jump off before the glider crashes into the munitions depot.
The "maquisards"(freedom fighters) have no weapons for them. They are staying in an old farm. There is a grassy slope at the edge of the cliff for take off.
The old saw mill on the river nearby supplies the wood. They make rabbit skin glue with the rabbits from the farm to glue the wood, starch glue with flour they steal from the old mill to glue the parachute fabric to the wings, hemp string for the controls. They make powder with saltpeter from the walls of the cellar.
The child has only one book with him that he reads every night:
"L'Equipage" de Kessel. The wounded pilot actually met Kessel once in England.
There is a radio set at the farm, and they listen to the BBC. One night, they hear the "Chant des Partisans" whistled at the beginning of the broadcast in 1943(composed by Ana Marly Betoulinsky), but do not know Kessel wrote the lyrics with his nephew Maurice Druon.
Les Résistants représentaient seulement 1% des Francais…
The father of the child was a doctor, socialist and partisan of Leon Blum and the Front Populaire in 1936.
The two friends take off on the glider, point it towards the ammunition depot, but one of the two gets tangled up, cannot jump in time and dies(which one?).
The dream first takes place during "la débacle" in June 1940, on a small country road along a small river with small bridges made of wooden planks. I am a Parisian, very young(may be 14), a rather nice smart idealistic little guy, interested in girls, books (I have read the novel of Kessel l'Equipage), and airplanes . I have made balsa wood gliders and thrown them from the top of the Eiffel tower. I am walking along with my mother carrying a brown cardboard suitcase tied with a string, and somehow get into an argument with another young guy from the suburbs of Paris, who is more or less a young thug(un mauvais garçon en herbe, graine de truand). The argument turns into a shoving match, and we fall into the water fighting. I am a good swimmer, so I somehow manage to get his head under water and hold him there until he almost starts drowning, and let him go.
He is coughing up water, but keeps fighting, so I push him back under water a couple of times till he nearly drowns. Then I pull him out and revive him. He is coughing up water and cussing.
We somehow become friends and get back on the road together. We talk about our lives: his rough upbringing with an abusive drug dealer father and an alcoholic mother on C and H, his trashy sister, his "girl friends" in the brothels of Pigalle, my quiet life with my doctor father and musician mother, my studies, my passion for airplanes.
A German plane comes down the road shooting, and he saves me by grabbing me and jumping in the ditch. My mother is killed.
We both get back to Paris under German occupation. His parents take me in. His father is a collaborator with the Nazis, and a black market dealer providing fine foods, women and selling morphine to an addicted German Gestapo Commander. His sister is a "dancer" in a night club(entraineuse, et plus).
The dream then moves in space and time to 1943. The two friends have decided to join "la résistance"(the shadow army) in Morvan. They find a wounded English pilot shot down while parachuting guns and supplies to the Maquis Louis. He takes morphine.
They decide to build a glider that will be loaded with explosives and crashed into the German ammunition dépôt in the valley below. The nearby saw mill will supply the wood, the pilot's parachute will be used to cover the wings. The controls will be simplified to the extreme(ailes et queue articulés comme mon modèle réduit?).
EXTRA IDEAS
After taking quick written notes when I finally woke up, I started brainstorming ideas. I don't know whether they're from the actual dream or not.
The child has a jewish mother and a German father, and has blond hair and blue eyes. He is not circumcised. His father was a doctor and went back to Germany to serve as such. Or the father is french and prisoner of war?
The wounded pilot could be dying of gangrene and volunteer for a Kamikase mission piloting the glider. But he dies before the glider is built and one of the friends has to take his place without having ever flown a plane. He manages to jump off before the glider crashes into the munitions depot.
The "maquisards"(freedom fighters) have no weapons for them. They are staying in an old farm. There is a grassy slope at the edge of the cliff for take off.
The old saw mill on the river nearby supplies the wood. They make rabbit skin glue with the rabbits from the farm to glue the wood, starch glue with flour they steal from the old mill to glue the parachute fabric to the wings, hemp string for the controls. They make powder with saltpeter from the walls of the cellar.
The child has only one book with him that he reads every night:
"L'Equipage" de Kessel. The wounded pilot actually met Kessel once in England.
There is a radio set at the farm, and they listen to the BBC. One night, they hear the "Chant des Partisans" whistled at the beginning of the broadcast in 1943(composed by Ana Marly Betoulinsky), but do not know Kessel wrote the lyrics with his nephew Maurice Druon.
Les Résistants représentaient seulement 1% des Francais…
The father of the child was a doctor, socialist and partisan of Leon Blum and the Front Populaire in 1936.
The two friends take off on the glider, point it towards the ammunition depot, but one of the two gets tangled up, cannot jump in time and dies(which one?).
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