dreamland in paris

This article is written very personally, I'm not sure you'll want to read it, it's just a record of my dreams/memories in Paris. This article is also directly submitted from the likecoin plug-in on my website. The part of the photo does not appear, and I am too lazy to find it again. Those who are interested can directly read the link below.

The earliest dream of "I am in Paris" was not mine, but my mother's.

I was eight years old at the time, and my mother dreamed that I, who looked like I was 20-30 years old, became a homeless person in a certain subway station in Paris. She said that when she saw me squatting there in her dream, she knew it was me. She walked over and called my name. I just slowly raised my head and looked at her without speaking.

Good thing I'm over 30

There is no logic in dreaming. Mom had never been to Paris at the time, and she couldn't possibly know what I would look like in twenty years when I was eight... But in a dream she knew it was Paris and "knew" that it was me, and when she woke up, she immediately met me. family to share. It is rare for her to memorize such details of a dream - including the scene, my expression, the feelings in her dream.

When I moved a few months ago, I accidentally saw my reading experience in the first grade of elementary school. I wrote " Swiss Family Robinson ", and I wrote in the long-forgotten homework that this is my favorite. A book, I still remember that I also liked "Around the World in 80 Days" and "Robinson Crusoe"...

When I was young, I used to say that my dream was to "wander".

Her childhood idol was Marie Curie , who went to Paris "on the run". But at that time, I didn’t pay much attention to the background of Curie’s study in Paris. I only remember that in the “Biographies of Great Men in the World” for children, she lived in the attic to save money in order to pursue her dream, and she could not wear warm clothes or eat in winter. Satisfied, but still persevering in research.

Maybe it's because I often say that I want to wander, and my mother had such a dream.

When I was in middle school, I seemed to be daydreaming about Paris all the time

I don't know why, but I liked watching European movies since I was a child. When I was a child, I watched "The Piano Teacher", "First Experience in Paris" and so on. In our family, it seems that there is no R-rated problem in all art-related behaviors. At that time, I couldn't say that there was any special charm in French novels or movies. I just liked it very much, and I also liked French culture and language.

I fell in love with Rousseau when I was about 16 or 17 years old. I liked it like crazy. I imagined that I was in the same time and space with him. What should I say to him? I thought about walking along the banks of the Seine. I met him who was also walking. He invited me to take a boat to the other side. Do I have time to discuss with him why those people abandoned him? Is he really as bad as others say?

 In fact, I just discovered that the original name of "Cape Paradise" was "The Robinson Family of Switzerland". The original work was written by a Swiss German writer. In addition to paying homage to "Robinson Crusoe" 100 years ago, this This book is also influenced by Rousseau's thinking...so it happens that the "literature" I liked in my childhood and adolescence has the same philosophical view.

When I was about 17 years old, I liked to read French books of the 18th and 19th centuries. I was first influenced by Rousseau's "The Social Contract" and decided to read the law. Later, Hugo and Baudelaire described the social conditions at that time. The determination to apply for the law department.

At that time, small and fresh Parisian movies happened to be very popular, so I often imagined myself walking near the Paris wounded hospital to the Collège de France, walking in Saint-Germain and meeting those decadent college students in the novel, maybe falling in love with one of them... Strolling around the subway. Any scene in the 20th arrondissement in "Paris, I Love You", I seem to have walked through it in a dream.

Although there was no "Paris I Love You" when I was in middle school, Paris is actually not big. The story surrounding Paris is also a place where tourists go. Watching a few more movies is like a trip.

Before I went to Paris, I never dreamed of Paris

I never dreamed of Paris until I went to Paris for the first time at the age of 22.

When I started learning French at the age of 17, I knew I would go to France someday, in my final year of university. I did meet the boys and girls in the Sorbonne and the Fifth University in the 5th and 6th districts, they are not as unruly as the college students of the 1968 era in the movie, but the charm and the way they speak are very different from the college students I knew before. , at that time I believed that was the difference between French culture and Taiwanese culture.

There are differences that are more obvious and I still remember now:

• They are very brave to show their charm
• When you encounter something you don't understand, you have the courage to ask questions to your elders or peers
• Be polite even among acquaintances (I remember seeing a seat vacated on the subway once and two little boys under the age of 10 trying to give each other a seat)

But maybe I have previewed a lot of French movies and literature beforehand, and I don’t have any special cultural differences when I interact with them (general friends), I am very used to their casualness or social skills beyond my age, seeing tobacco on weekends + Marijuana is not surprising. It doesn’t mean that I have more confidence in them. I always feel that they are a bit out of line when they can relax, and when they want to be serious, they seem to be able to change their mood immediately.

I was probably involved with him for more than 3,000 days, and almost all of my dreams were about him, and most of them happened in Paris.

Once, I dreamed that we went to the Père Lachaise cemetery together. Saw my tombstone, it said I was born in 1984 and died in 2000. (I'm actually younger.) In the dream, he had a very distinct image, a 190cm tall Moroccan-French half-blood who always smelled of masculine perfume, and I even thought I smelled him at the time.

Once, I dreamed that he was waiting for me outside his Paris apartment with an ugly French bulldog on a leash. In that dream, I seemed to have broken up with him, so I was surprised to see him outside the apartment, but I didn't ask him why, I just went downstairs to make up with him. This dream is very special, usually I change the scene in the dream, the person I want to see will disappear, but when I go down the stairs (of course he is not in the stairwell) and open the door, he is still standing there waiting for me, just like the real world .

When I had these two dreams, I was in Taiwan, and I had no contact with him, but less than a week after the two dreams, he took the initiative to contact me.

I'm a little bit of a believer in fate, and there have been a few very coincidental events, although I still can't tell if those things were good or bad for me. For example, we lost contact with a French boy for a long time before we started dating, but when he took the initiative to call me and contact me again, I happened to be in Paris, and I was only there for two weeks and he was in the seventh/ Eight days to find my contact information.

One more strange thing

 In the spring before the outbreak of the epidemic in 2019, which was the last time I went to Paris, a friend of my mother suddenly said to my mother before I left, "Is your daughter going to Paris? She will encounter some sad things, but it is not very serious. It's said that the man has a special constitution, I don't know how to explain it, but the last time I went to settle my relationship with a French man, I did return home with a broken heart, and my credit card was stolen and stolen. It was stolen for two months, and I only found out after two months.

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