So many strange dreams. A few nights ago it was about Nina, we were lying in a big bed and I caressed her...whatever, no dirty words. This night the strange dream was about Rebecca, met her twice in the dream; makes me kinda sentimental, or sad, I'm quite sure I'll never meet her again, Paris is such a big city.

Well, in 1988 I saw Nancy on the street after 3 years, she stared at me as I was some kind of ghost, I ignored her off course, and in 1989 I saw someone that could have been Louiza (or maybe it was just that I wanted to see her somewhere, that summer I swam in an ocean of red wine).

Anyway, I like strange dreams...