La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams

No. 84: August 1971

The refusal to testify

I think I’ve found a large room in my apartment, but it turns out it’s not mine, and, in fact, it’s the street.

Lots of people show up and invade my room. They tell me that F. is in trouble: he shat in front of a public monument; I’m supposed to testify that I witnessed the scene and that I didn’t see him do that, or even more precisely that I saw that he did not do it.

F. arrives, two cops flanking him. I explain or try to explain that I cannot testify to this.

I am in a play, but I’m also supposed to introduce the actor to some VIPs. Now, the mayor is senile. I manage to communicate through gestures that it’s his tablemate who should speak: the real mayor keeps mum while the fake one delivers a very well imitated speech.

Later, I explain to Z. that it’s not really important, that the fake was actually the former mayor, and, at the same time, the best friend and worst enemy of the real one.

We come to a place we’ve already seen: a high fence?

I make love to Z. Only inside her, all told, do I feel good.