The Wall of Changing Images

The dream is like going back in time.

I live in Paris and take [person A] to a white, completely empty space, the apartment of some friends. It's a place that is devoid of things; the white is pure.

Among everyone, we organize an evening together before moving to the egg of other people we know, among them is [person B]. The atmosphere is friendly.

We cross the city to the workplace of a younger artist than ourselves, who made an interactive montage with square screens that clone Walt Disney images and cover a huge wall.

The image is reproduced a certain number of times and then changes to another one that reacts the same way, and so forth

until the entire wall is covered, many meters.

We appreciate the merit of the young author and support him enthusiastically.

The student got hold of good grades of what the teachers in the different subjects have given us up until now, a few months before the end of the year. I look for my grades somewhat anxiously, hoping not to have any in red. I have a 4.8 and a 5.0, both blue but just barely passing. It's not to be proud but it is not a tragedy either.

The last fragment of the dream takes place in a swimming park beside the sea, an area that has begun to be gentrified, going from a town to a vacation destination.

A businessman is the owner of the place; the houses and cabins are for his employees, a way of subsidizing their vacations and a generous gesture on his part. The cabin is meant for the youngest, while the houses are for workers who have worked longer in his company.

He himself has a house and summers there.

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