Weird dream this morning | scully's Blog

It's the first dream I remember in a while. Before I used to remember a lot my dreams, and it's been more complex, because more mixed up, since I'm in therapy. 

That's the dream:

I was in front of the house of my grand-parents, and there was my grand-mother, like she looked like the last time I saw her, and I was talking to her, I looked like I am nowadays. I yelled at her, "he's there look! in the tank", as a tank, an army stuff, kaki, but with a little window at the back with him watching. I followed the tank, and I came to the other side of the street (an elbow shaped street), and the road was all broken, stones, asphalt. There were people, the neighbors, and chris carter on the street, walking away, not in the tank anymore. I ran to him and made him stop, and I asked him "are you Chris Carter?", he said "yes". "How come you're here? Are you following me?" he said "I have a house not far, I live here." Then he disappeared, up to the street. I followed him there, and as he walked on the opposite sidewalk, head down like a coward running away, I told him "you're a coward and you suck!", and he said "thank you". I watched the street behing me (the second part of the elbow street). It wasn't anymore broken. It was all fixed. Or just like never had changed. But it had. Carter was watching me, behind me. It was really weird.

I dream in English. the stuff is, I'm French. I didn't realize it before. It's my partner who told me, once I fell asleep, that I spoke while sleeping, and I spoke in English, he didn't understand what I said. It's weird because he talked to me, he said "Dana, ...." and for a while, I had difficulties to understand French. It took some seconds. It was like an unknown language.