I had three different dreams in which Laura was.
1/ 11/01/2007 (brief dream)- I was in a kind of american pine forest. Completely secluded in nature, was a castel of average size, white, very white. But all around, brambles, the chaos of plants, and a rather dark, dull environment. Brownish atmosphere. It seemed no roads could come there.
The paradox was that the castel seemed abandoned, but was intact, clean. Human sized.
Laura was living in that castel, but I had any direct discussion or confrontation.
There was a little old TV, showing a game of one solitary tall and strong boy, the game was like a irish game which need physical strength.
She had a severe figure and I was rather rejected, alone. Once, I walked in the little garden around (just grasses), in saw in perspective the castel. I was pretty sad, with a timeless sensation of fatality. I knew there was an insurmountable distance between Laura and me, and I was condemned to wander about around the castel.
2/ 21/01/2007 (long dream)- I had arrived by car to Toulouse, in the countryside perhaps, in late afternoon, to the castel (not at all like the 11/01 dream, more like the real castel). I was going to remain there 6 months, if I remember well. I was asking to myself if it was a good think for me : do Laura had really invited me with enthusiasm?
I thought : no. Because Laura was most of the time missing, and she was sharp, cold, curt, austere, severe. Gloomy atmosphere. And sombre. I couldn't do anything, I was passive and diplomatic, because I hadn't any antipathy, on the contrary, I was glad to be there. The rooms was sinister and unconfortable. It was bizarre.
I was almost invisible, nobody took care of me, just if I was disturbing Laura and her family. I was accepting it with no particular emotion,... it was like that, I just had to be patient.
In a room, there was a kind of cube, a barrel, and it was hunging of the ceiling. 1m80 in width, not more. In wood. There was other rooms unoccupied, but..., it was there that I was to live. I remembered that I already knew that suspended barrel : I had another dream with this thing.
It was much too small to be in there (I'm tall), and it moved too much (swinging). I protested ! Please ! Find another place for me ! I cannot even extend my legs !
In the same room, there was the computers on a little table (three screens), against a wall. With internet. The articles were written here. Everything was rather old and in disorder.
Later, we where in the kitchen. Old and little kitchen, a little lower than the level the ground, like in old french south-west houses. Nobody spoke. Heavy silence. I saw Ark, and also, a son of Laura (?). He was a teenager, maybe 20 y. old. He seemed a bit asiatic and had a pale brownish skin, american style. He was really friendly with me, smiling, that was reconforting. But I still felt like a stranger. Things were odd. For the diner, some chinese food on the little wood kitchen table.
3/ 03/2007 (long dream)- That was a much happier dream. There was only Laura and Ark. In spring. A spacious and nice old house in a little french southwest village. Laura and Ark showed me great tapestries, they were only on a large wall in a room with a parquet floor. I do not remember more of the dream (I could not wrote it down).