Add some dreams

content/dreams/2023-05-31.md

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+title: 2023-05-31
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+I woke up at 5:20, fell asleep again, and woke up at 6:49 with some complicated dreams.
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+I was explaining to someone how I took control of a barge. I arrived in a small motorized boat and jumped onto the barge to access a control panel. I opened the beige electrical panel and saw the control panel, made of transparent plastic that made the PCBs behind it visible, along with some tiny plastic buttons to enable manual piloting and take control of the barge.
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+The barge was in a narrow canal, passing through a marina. On the port side, along the wooden quay, was a bungalow used by French border patrol. The barge was stuck because it did not keep going straight while in the canal, getting stuck similarly to the Ever Given, although this barge was a lot smaller than her. I made a laborious one hundred point turn and managed to get the barge to go straight again, and moved it forward until it struck the doors of a lock in the canal.
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+Someone from the border patrol asks me what I am doing here. It turns out that the barge headed to the wrong port, and that it should have gone to another one shared between the English and the Spanish, not through this port on the other side of the detroit that was controlled by the French and another country. They let me pass through anyway and I end up in deeper seas.
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+The sea is agitated. A tall wave hits the barge, lifting it up then making it fall back down in the water at a 45° pitch. This crushes a platform that was below the barge, supporting it despite being smaller than it. The barge floats lower than normal. I film myself with my phone, messing around on that broken platform.
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+I was running after someone who seemingly had stolen a banana in a bar, possibly at the Cité de Carcassonne, in the night. This actually was a contest organized by the bar, or maybe a local radio: catch the banana and bring it back to the bar, and you win a car.
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+I remember climbing up a dark staircase, along with a group of people all running after the banana thief. We then went down another staircase, well lit this time. The stairs were covered in that weird shiny gray material found in underground parkings, the one that makes squeaky noises when cars take turns. 
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+I mentioned to someone how my company has worked on important governmental projects, so we would know how to keep the banana secret, and therefore it should be mine.
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+I was viewing the real world but as if everything was in Google Street View: I could move along the streets by clicking on the arrows and there was a HUD displaying where I am and showing the map controls, but I was seeing the real world in real time, with people moving around.
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+Some neighbors were meeting on a patch of grass near the entrance of their neighborhood. After the meeting ended, I slowly made my way to the house of the family that was "walking" with me, showing them that I remembered where their house was. I hesitated a bit at an intersection where I could continue straight on on the row of red brick houses, or turn left to head up a slope towards a large closed gate.
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+I interrupted someone in a large meeting room who was watching the french TV channel TF1 on a TV placed along one of the walls. TF1 was re-broadcasting France 4's broadcast, then switched back to one of their own shows; possibly Koh Lanta. I switched to France 4 directly, then I turned on the large projector of the room and used it to watch a YouTube video. The video showed off the capabilities of an SUV that had just been approved by the NHTSA for testing by the manufacturer before they made their final design. The SUV was driving around in some sort of stadium, like for a monster truck show, and was jumping on some ramps.

content/dreams/2023-06-15.md

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+title: 2023-06-15
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+I had bought 4 huge yellow candles, shaped like cubes of 1 cubic meter in volume. The candles were built into the ground, surrounded in concrete. Four cubes of concrete, also of 1 cubic meter, were sitting at a 45° angle relative to the candles, surrounding them, and were supporting some sort of kiosk.
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+I was in that kiosk, using the flame of one of the candles to cook using a huge wok, possibly a meter in diameter. That's a lot of metric. I was cooking something with red onions, or maybe just a lot of red onions alone. At a neighboring kiosk, someone else was cooking something looking like an omelette, with white onions, which apparently were more complicated to fry.
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+The area filled with concrete that both kiosks were in was located along a path in a large park, in some rather dry area like southwest France, along a road made of asphalt that had little traffic. There were trees along the path, but they were trimmed so their foliage would look like small spheres and therefore brought very little shade.

content/dreams/2023-06-17.md

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+title: 2023-06-17
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+My dad was driving his old silver BMW and I was sitting in the front passenger seat. We headed to a McDonald's drive-thru, and either drove into it in the wrong way, or it was just weirdly built: all the windows were on the passenger side. I was handed a soda for my dad, served in an ice cream cup with a dozen wooden spoons. I think the whole parking lot was very weirdly setup and exiting it required either driving for kilometers or ignoring the markings and crossing the whole lot diagonally.
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+We were headed to some office for a videoconference. We parked in the office parking lot, but it is on a slope and the BMW apparently has no brakes. My uncle put his VW Golf sideways so the BMW would hit it and stay parked.
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+In the meeting room, a projector was showing the frontend of the app I work on in my company, specifically a page that manages users within a group and their access rights. But here it was managing the participants in the video conference. The conference was with my family on my dad's side, along with some friends of some of the family members.
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+My dad announced in a rather roundabout way that his political views have changed and that he is now a centrist, a departure from his family's views that have been leaning further to the right over the years. We lost the connection to the video call, and we saw the participants in the frontend be kicked out of the call: first all the family friends simultaneously, then each family member one by one. We thought that someone was defending my dad and banning anyone insulting him for his political beliefs. But everyone suddenly got added back in, and we got connected again, and we realized that it was just a small outage of my app and nobody was really angry.