La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams

No. 19: August 1970

The roll of bills

An American-style comedy. It’s one of those stories we’ve all heard before, and where we already know what happens next.

There’s a whole group of us. The police arrest us once, then a second time (but they have to let us go) and a third time, when the impunity we were hoping for no longer works.

Finally, the Chief of Police sets us free and gives us back our money.

Three famous actors, wrinkled like old Western heroes (Stewart, Fonda, etc.) are seated at a table, smiling as they handle thick rolls of dollars.

Wide shot: a roll of blue and yellow bills, differing only by the digit: $500, $500, $100, etc., a long stretch of $1 bills in the middle, then back to large denominations.

In the meantime, I learn that I’m going to be a father, then that I am: the child was born, I wasn’t even told.

I walk down a long hallway, trying to think of a suitable name: it needs to be very short (like Jorg’) or very long. Didier, for instance, would not work.

It’s a girl. Her name is something like Didière or Denise. She has very skinny legs with socks and little white shoes. She seems rather unhappy to see me.

While kissing her, I happen to tear off a tiny piece of her tongue in development (flesh not yet fully firm). I worry that this will harm her growth.

It’s not my wife who is looking after the girl but rather a friend of hers.