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August 4, 2006
Iím one of the party. Astrid Young makes straight for the piano, sits down, and starts to play what seems to be an introduction. Iím not far from there but, for a reason I donít know, I donít wish that Astrid sees me. Before she notices me, I move towards the exit. A guy shouts out to me: "Hey, Denis! Stay with us. You donít see Astrid looking around for you to start to sing?"
Itís true at this moment, Astrid, while continuing her introduction, runs her eye over the crowd, looking for something or somebody.
I answer him in a curt and irritated tone: "Get off my back! She doesnít need me to sing." And I continue to plough my way towards the exit having the intention of coming back to listen to her to sing a few moments later although Iíll keep a good distance from her.
(The end)
Denis

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July 21, 2006
I skim through the page with the CDs in the website of Inbetween Records. I notice that both CDs by Astrid Young have a new artwork ("Matinee" and "iST"). They are both in the same pink-purplish tonality. But I donít believe my eyes! There is a third CD with an artwork in the same style. I checkÖ And it is indeed a new album by Astrid Young!
[(The end) What I remember about the artworks: Astrid in a close-up shot, Astrid in a medium close shot and the third shot is Astrid being lying on a settee or bed.]
Denis

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February 27, 2006
Iím in the kitchen at my parentsí home and Iím alone with my mother who is blind in one eye and who retreats yet into absolute silence which is well disconcerting. Iím going to the living room. Iím close to the table about which there are all my writings about Astrid Young, which I leaf through casually. Some thoughts run in my mind: "Was I wrong? It could well be and even surely... Do I have to burn all that? Then it wouldnít have any trace... And nevertheless I canít leave that in the silence of embers. Destroying the account of her behaviour? Yes, that will make both of us grow in stature. Even if she were right, she was also wrong because, definitely not, nobody must treat someone else thus. So, it would be serious to loose this account, all the same. But do I want that it be a plantation or that it be only the seasonís leaves that will disappear the bygone year?" Really without any answer, Iím coming back close to my mother and Iím going to read to myself the newspaper. My mother says to me: "Nobody read me the newspaper today, and I canít read it any more." I stare at her in affliction and I begin to read the newspaper aloud. I know already that, less than five minutes after I finished to do her this service, sheíll say in all sincerity: "Nobody read me the newspaper today, and I canít read it any more." And I know Iíll play the ungrateful son because I wonít read again the news that Iím getting ready to read to her now.
[The end (If my leaves about Astrid Young, put down on the table at my parentsí home, hadnít caused interference on this dream, I think that I wouldnít have thought this event was a dream.)]
Denis

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February 06, 2006
By sophisticated means (microgrenades or microexplosives), some men try on several occasions to kill me and each time without arouse my family circle with whom I donít speak about these problems not to put them in danger. Each attempt, which they do, is unsuccessful because a same double agent brings help to me. This guy succeeds in keeping this function. In a moment that I can think itís for a breather, I ask him the reason of this fierceness. He gives me a newspaper cutting where it is written that I support the Astrid Youngís opinion about... Although I entirely read the paragraph, I donít remember the remainder of the contents; my mind is muddled because Iím really taken aback!
(The end)
Denis

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January 17, 2006
On a sunny day, seated at a table outside with very few people around me, I write my rough visions. Suddenly, I see Astrid Young in the landscape. She comes towards me, and sits herself down at my table, on my right side, close to me. I say to her: "No! Choose another table. Don't come near me."
Not reporting these words, she asks me what I write while she glances at my annotations.
- Itís in French. What can you understand?
- I can understand a great deal of things, you know.
I show the word "con" which I had scribbled in a sentence: "Could you understand what that means?"
- Yes, itís something like "imbecile"...? Denis, I can really help you.
- I really donít see how...
I start to tell her my dream of September 20, 2005, but I donít state to her that itís a dream I had.
"With a small group, I visited the farm of Broken Arrow... We met Neil Young who offered to taste his cider to us. After that, we left the barn and we spoke with Neil about the transformation in time about the look about the trees emerging above a plant barrier on a horizon."
I see Astrid Young who has a look of astonishment which is also beaming. She seems amused by my story. I begin to watch the landscape passing by my eyes. Astrid remains thoughtful close to me. But it doesn't matter...
(The end)
Denis

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January 8, 2006
Itís the beginning of the day and I am at the place of a movie in which Astrid Young plays the major role. Itís the time of the installation, of the preparation. The budget is small. Thereíre few people (at least the director, Astrid and me). We get down to work. Weíre working on accouterments. Astrid sets to work with an object. It needs to be altered, to be rubbed, to be scraped, and then to be assembled with another one. I seized the object of the Astridís hands. She says to me:  "Oh! Iím able to do it by myself. Is it necessary youíd be always under my feet?"
- Definitely, you take everything the wrong way! Excuse me, but I just wanted to relieve you of this manual work that is very hard and being able to injure yourself.
- Thatís OK... Thank you.
She leaves me this object to be worked and sheís going to take care of other accouterments.
(The end)
Denis

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August 23, 2005
I receive the new Astrid Young record. Immediately, I listen to it. Itís very nice. I find the second tune is a little wishy-washy. In this one, Astrid plays piano in a slow rhythm with slow chords. That would need a sound of electric guitar to raise this song. In the booklet, thereís a photo, taken in profile, with Astrid Young playing drums that I hear on some songs. The strange fact is that itís a copy and not an official CD that however I ordered. I must hasten to hide this CD before Astrid Young, who sleeps upstairs, goes down.
(The end)

Denis

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July 30, 2005
One friend tells me that he met Astrid Young recently and she has her belly that was well-rounded. Really ? Is she expecting a baby?! I question my complete trust that he has.
(The end)
(Note: I make Astrid Young do any job going!!!! Or in english translation in a french manner: I put Astrid in all sauces... And my reaction is strange.)

Denis

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July 26, 2005
Iím with Astrid Young in her car. She drives on bad roads in the middle of the countryside. She stops not close to a little house on haunted hill but close to a tumbledown barn in open country. She invites me to come in. Close to the door, thereís a spoiled computer that she turns on at once. She tells me: "Iím looking for a new car. Could you help me?" I answer her: "I donít know anything about car." She invites me to take a stool close to her own. On the Net, she looks at several pages showing several ads for cars for sale. After a while, she turns off her computer and tells me: "I must go away now. I will come back later...  As soon as possible." Thus, here am I alone in this barn. Or must I say "her" home? In one corner, thereís an old TV set fixed to the wall and an old settee faces it. The meadow wind comes in from everywhere: from the half-ruined wall side (the stones are always on the ground), from the planks blocking willy-nilly doors and windows. It caresses my face. I'm not in a nice place! Does she live here now?! After a while, I decide to turn on her computer in order to read new mails that I could receive. Her keyboard, which was already well damaged, breaks but this event doesnít stop me using it. As soon as I read my mails, I intend to turn off her computer but my eyes, looking round the screen, read this file name: "ScottYoung.html". Desire is very intense. I know it isnít a right thing to do towards Astrid but... I open it... I open it while being smitten with remorse. It's about the page on her father that Astrid intends to put on her website. I begin to read it. Thereís a paragraph saying something like that: "You can continue to send your expressions of sympathy to me. Iíll always accept them." I stop my reading because I hear a car. I have a look through the door. It isnít Astrid but there are soldiers and their jeep. Now, I see the whole of the meadow is covered with soldiers being on manoeuvres.  I become discreet but they quickly notice me in this tumbledown barn and come towards me in order to speak to me. Some of them try to shoot me dead. One guy goes right to slip a gun into my pocket in order to have a good reason to bump me off. But each time, their efforts are vain because my good sense and their headman one prevail. Theyíre finally going away. And here am I alone, in this old barn that is sad and isolated in the middle of the countryside, waiting the Astrid return.
The end (Note: I'm not like that in the everyday life.)

Denis

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July 24, 2005
I'm in danger in a house. Now I'm cornered in a room but its outside door is closed. In this room, two lions are in a cage. Maybe, they'll be enough strength to break the door. I open their cage. The lions are not hurried to help me. So I try by myself to open the door, and I am a success! But now lions run towards me. I have got some difficulties to keep them inside the room while I'm in outside now. The lions break the door but, as soon as they're outside, they forget me and go away quietly.
The end

Note: What is the link with Astrid Young? Yesterday was an evening that is feeling of helplessness and Iíd like to have a chat with Astrid who there or not there, didnít answer me. But I received an answer in my dream about I felt quite helpless. Of course, Astrid Young is lions! (Itís her sign of the zodiac.)

Denis

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July 19, 2005
Itís my birthday and I receive several letters by the postman. These letters come from my family. I open them and I notice they contain one different photo with my family members. All of them have two another things in common that I find out of place for two reasons:
1. These Family photos are fakes. Astrid Young is in each photo. Sheís among my family. Undoubtedly, she was added with a software.
2. An effect was brought about photos to hide the collage. Itís about a light greying effect making all the people older with white hair!!!
I find these two elements are in very bad taste!
The end of the dream

Note: The previous night in my dream, I passed in front of a clothing store and a black wool shawl was spread out on the door; and on each edge of this shawl it had knitted "Astrid" and also one heart. I don't understand the significance about that in my dream. And I didnít really look upon this anecdote as being "one dream with Astrid Young". But now, with the last dream, I do it! Why? Because "shawl" represents "old" for me. But the significance of these dreams remains unknown to myself.

Denis

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June 05, 2005
Iím with Astrid at her home. Iím much more natural and this time we communicate correctly. The strange fact is that we donít exchange any word. Itís about thought transfer! It wasnít in English language nor in French language but in language of thought. It was a nice time.

Note: Strange dream in a strange sleep in which I awoke several time and thinking again about my last dream. At the end of my sleep, I remembered this dream and also to have remembered it. Consequently in less than two hours, I lived four times this dream!

Denis

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May 28, 2005
Iím in a shop and I speak to someone. Suddenly, Iím surprised about something and I stop the talking:
- Do you hear? What is it on the air? Itís Astrid, Astrid Young.
Itís well Astrid Young who sings with her electric band iST and who is on background music of this shop.
Radio or personalized programmes, I must know! Indeed, itís another "16 mm" version that we can hear in the CD. A version more wonderful by musical arrangements and with another guitar plays (live version?). Of course, I still never heard this new version!
- Excuse me, itís necessary that I will find out about the provenance of this song which has just finished, I say that moving towards the administrative offices of this shop.

The end (In the second dream: I saw again the scene from an old dream when Astrid Young tells me: "Iíve got a surprise for you" [May 24, 2005]. And now so I see in my dreams some images from old dreams! ! !).

Denis

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May 26, 2005
Iím in my settee, watching the "Haunted" video on TV. I have in my hands the script written by Astrid Young. The clip of the "Bleed" song has just finished. I sit up: TV is switched off. I donít understand. What has happened? Finally, I must be persuaded myself that I fell asleep with the remote control in hand and that, during my sleep, I pressed on the "stop" key.
And only here is the end of my dream = my real awakening (?).

Denis
Note 1:
 I really fell asleep in the settee with the "Haunted" script on my side, of which I started the reading. Fortunately my TV was turned off. If waking up myself in our reality, the "Haunted" movie was on TV, there was in that case matter to become mad!
Note 2: I donít have any answer to the question: Whatís the dream that I had in the sleep of my dream?

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May 24, 2005
I wake up. Iím stretched out (dressed) on a bed. Astrid Young is in the room and sheís doing some tidying up. Iíve got into my hand my camera and around me some unexposed films and the Astrid digital camera. I donít understand why all those things are there. I check their working. I train the cameras on Astrid. Both are in good working order and are ready to take photos. Astrid doesnít pay attention to me and must think that I sleep. I donít take any photo whereas I could take a few without sheís aware of something. A girl comes into the room, goes towards Astrid, and speaks to her. I donít hear what they say. This Astrid girlfriend notices me at that time, always stretched out on the bed, and she seems to speak about me to Astrid. Then the latter addresses to me in good French that surprises me and delights me: "Alors, tíes-tu bien reposť?Ľ ("Well, did you take a good rest?"). Now, it's her girlfriend who speaks to me in very good French. Weíre talking together. Astrid feels to be aggravated not to be able to take part in the talking because she feels not to understand all what we say. She tells me grasping her guitar: "Iíve got a surprise for you". And she drags me out of the room. Her girlfriend follows us.

The End (The End? I donít think that but my memory has a block at that point of my dream).

Denis

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Thursday, April 28, 2005)
I park my gleaming and convertible old Buick at the edge of a wood fence surrounding a field from which vapour emanate in the hot atmosphere. In the middle of this meadow, a girl is among three or four horses. I approach to her on foot, and Iím very glad that the information I got is good because the girl is well Astrid Young. She has a marvellous and long black hair going down to the calf drawing a double opposite series of horseshoe. Now, while she's at its side, she accompanies with all her body the movements of a horse "training". I donít know if itís Astrid who copies the horse or the reverse. The communion is beautiful and striking! The exercise is finished, I approach her: "Hello! Are you Astrid Young? I' m Denis." She asks herself: "Denis?"
- Yes, you know, I' m Denis. The French guy.
- Qui es-tu?
I answer her in French while speaking slowly and with a foreign accent (Why that ?!)
Ė Je suis Denis S., tu sais le FranÁais qui a un site sur toi (Iím Denis S., you know the French who has a website about you).
Astrid answers me in Spanish in an indifferent tone.
I didnít understand the contents of this long sentence but only its meaning. I turn on my heel to her and walk away towards my car. I cast a look at her over my shoulder. Astrid didnít move. Now, she begins to run towards me. Iím too far now so that you can catch me up because I havenít the attention of stopping. I see that she also realized the thing and turned right to reach the road at the place of my way to come. I jump in my Buick. Ah! Ah! Iím more cunning than that! You wonít catch me up! I start, I drive towards a bridge that hides me to Astrid. I let pass one car and I do a U-turn.

The End. (Dream or nightmare? And that few days before our announced meeting.)

Denis

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April 06, 2005
I have ten free days in holidays and I decide to go to Canada. I land in Toronto in Saturday night. On Sunday Astrid Young plays in Picton and I think to be there. The new time zone confuses my mind. In the airport, I request the local time to a cleaning lady. This one answers me in good French that astonishes me. She explains me that she lived before in Kenya with her daughter. She played guitar there. Her life was too monotonous and she came to work here. I ask to her if itís difficult to have a work permit here. She said no. You only must answer to an aural comprehension exercise (of course in English) which is not very complicated. I think that perhaps Iíll test because except Astrid Young show and the Niagara Falls, I didnít any plan for the rest of my time in Canada. Certainly if I do that, that will complicate my statement of income by having one job abroad. Now, itís daylight and Iím in the coffee shop and I settle down face to the place that Astrid Young will take for her show. Here she is. Astrid settles down quickly in front of me. There isnít any dais. Astrid sits down, her 12-strings guitar is in her fingers. And she starts a fabulous and marvellous instrumental symphony with guitar. I never heard something so beautiful in all my life. Itís delicate and tonic. Itís pleasant as a way which seems to us familiar but wrongfully familiar because it carries out us towards still virgin recesses to our ears, towards an ocean of notes where the waves of chords, always moving, roll on an intimate well-known shore but which opens to us on a panorama in perpetual revival, towards new colours, towards new daring harmonies. Itís really unbelievable! That lasted forty-five minutes! Hats off to you, Astrid Young! Itís not complete! Astrid continues with her favourite songs: Mars Hall / Dan's Chest / Restraint / Drag Race Face / 16 mm / Matinee / Lemming Song. Ha! "Lemming SongĽ! I never thought in my life that I could know the feeling of envy. And itís a song, the lyrics of this song, at least the idea and the message that gave it to me. The message is so subtle and intelligent! How didnít I think that before? I take to my hat off to you, Astrid.

Denis
Note1: I leave a disease with which I had a terrible headache. I donít know if the fact of having been able to listen to this show in my dream cured me of my disease, or if the fact I heard it that it was a sign that I was cured. Now, Astrid knows what she must prepare in April. A marvellous melody around forty-five minutes! ;-))
Note2: I know where I took the parasite "Kenya" came in my dream. When I was very young, I linked up Kenya to Mount Kilimandjaro and also to Niagara. I donít know why. Then, my geography was better when two sisters incorporated my classroom. They were French but they didnít known France, their parents worked in Africa. With them, I discovered Kenya and also that Niagara is in Canada ;-))

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February 24, 2005
I am in a bar and Astrid Young plays solo with your guitar on stage. Funny, isn't it? ;-)). I have got very few memories because I am currently annoyed with my dreams and I arrange things in such a way that I don't remember them. The room of this bar is relatively large, the tables are round, the stage is very high and the Astrid show is great. I am at table far from the stage but near the counter. We can't have everything. ;-)) It would be the moral of this dream ;)
I think that's a bar looking like a bar in Arizona where I attended to an evening performance.

Denis
Another dream: March 04, 2005:
I am perhaps in Venice, which looks like a lot. "Streets" are crowded. I am close to Neil, Pegi, Astrid, and I think Larry is there too. Contrary to them, I wear a mask. Is this carnival time? That doesnít reflect a good image about myself.

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November 11, 2004
Astrid comes in the room in which we were all three working. The two others assail her, while myself I remain in my place observing this group. I hear their words.
- Did you see Greendale in Toronto? It was a most fabulous show. Really grandiose! Neil is the best of the guitarists in this day and age. Astrid seems very disturbed. No, she didnít see the show, and hears for the first time there was a representation of this show in Toronto. The two others, lightly contrite, leave her in her morose thought. Astrid has difficulty to mask her sorrow. She turns on her heels and walks away of the room. I canít abandon her in the state in which she was put by these two tactless characters. Arrived at the door, I realize she isnít already any more on my floor. I dash down the stairs seven steps by seven steps with the help of the bannister. I find Astrid disconcerted, seated against the wall in bottom of the staircase. I squat opposite her and I say to her putting my hand on her shoulder: "The hardest is not that he didnít invite you to see his show but that he didnít pay you a visit when he came in Toronto". She answers me in the affirmative. Then, I move towards the line of letterboxes that faces the staircase and Iím going to open one of them. She looks at me intrigued: "There are letterboxes for people residing in Canada".
- Yes, I know.
- Ah!... So, you are the octopus.
- Yes, I say to her casting my eyes in her direction. Why do I dissimulate to Astrid my double identity? She has no need of that I would be or not this creature of seabed. And I don't care she knows that or not.

Denis

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May 05, 2004
I am in front of a computer and the Astridís electronic bulletin board is open. Touching nothing, I notice Astrid kept all my emails.
Astrid says to me: "Take this guitar!".
She holds out twelve strings one to me.
She goes on: "Youíll give it to Ralph  [Molina] and thus perhaps Neil will play Cortez."

The End
My comment: Why does Neil come to pollute this dream? To have had Winterlong in the place of a hypothetical Cortez, in Paris, does it haunt me as much a year after?

Denis

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April 03, 2004 (nap)
The woman who is a hairdresser washes my hair. Very sensual touch between us. She tells (me) she isn't as young as she looks like, and that soon she gets to the forty.
- That begins to pose problem with boys... I havenít anybody at the moment...
- Could we perhaps to see each other one evening?
- I am free this evening. Why not this evening?
- I donít know... best is to phone to me.
I scribble my telephone number on a bit of paper. I resume twice time because I donít seldom phone to me. At that point, Out_Of_The_Control is on the air.
 "I like very much this song... at the first second that I heard it... it was when I was a little girl..."
I say to myself thatís impossible. This song dates from 1999.
The end
Analyzes: The woman didnít look like Astrid. So, no Astrid in this dream? Astrid is everywhere. Astrid is the queen of the hairstyle. Her long hair is skilfully looked after and worked differently at each show.  Out_Of_The_Control is a song of Neil Young. Astrid likes her elder brother, she knows him from her early childhood.
This dream just says to me that I am not yet ready for a meeting with Astrid. Will I be ready someday?

Denis

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March 04, 2003
This afternoon, in the dream of my nap, I received an email from Astrid in which she gave me her age.
Very strange!!!!
But I formed a connection with this dream and with the idea which works in my mind with the review of Brescia 2001 and next Astrid's CD "Integratron" in the research of the source of youth. The idea is as follows:
"It's good to live in the country of over-exposure, we are forever young".
Because the wrinkles and other features of ageing are gummed by a too high light like for example with the over-exposed photographs.

Denis

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February 05, 2004
I was in the first row in a show of Neil w/Crazy Horse Deluxe!!!
But I awoke as soon as Astriiiiid and Pegi waved me!!!
It was just before Neil starts the show!!!

Denis

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