The science of dreams

Some days ago I was watching The science of sleep by Michel Gondry, a film where wakefulness and sleep are completely permeable. It's certainly worthwhile to watch it for the imagery ad the aesthetics, and in a personal level I love the idea of a multilingual film (English, Spanish and French), it is a small Babel in itself.

I've talked before about it, this translator dreams about a multilingual world, Martin Puchner says, when talking about the Communist Manifesto, that one of the successes of the avant-garde and the revolutions that produces manifestos, was to use the displacement, the question of exile, and thus, all these manifestos and movements were presented as multilingual phenomena, liberated from nationalisms.

I'm not wandering off, but let's go back to dreams. What more universal language but that of dreams?

The film includes a recurring dream of Gondry himself, a sequence in which Gael GB's hands grow to enormous dimensions.

I have a few recurring dreams, disturbing specially in that immediate moment coming out of a dream, and I believe that they are not only mine, I believe that it has already been said what subconscious ideas they represent, but I'm writing them here: the dream of falling, plummeting to the abyss and the dream, less metaphorical and more mundane of having all my teeth fall out, and the sadness in it is that in my dream I place them back again on their sockets wishing that in some miraculous way they will root themselves back.

But I would like to know what dreams you have.

Tell them to me.