From now on I will consign my dreams in writing in this very journal.
Last night, I dreamt I was a kid reading a pulp-style comics called 'Suzy against the Elephantmen'. Weirdly and disturbingly enough, the blond girl Suzy, a Sally Forth lookalike, was busy kissing and making love with sealmen, without the slightest mention to anything even remotely connected to elephants. Someone shouted from downstairs and, in a panic, I rushed and stuffed the magazine down the toilets and tried to flush it: to my horror, not only did the magazine not go down the toilet but blocked it altogether and caused the flushing water to fill the bowl and overflow. When I rushed downstairs to the kitchen, I saw myself briefly in a mirror on the wall: I had a garland of colourful and exotic flowers around my neck and a red and white striped t-shirt. The door to the kitchen lead to the outside world instead: the sun was shining but was very small and, even though it was daytime, the sky was dark blue with streaks of bright, white faint clouds.
Avion.