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I was taking a plane where for some reason a female passenger was acting agressively with physical violence towards the other passengers — and as soon as we landed, with one of my middle-school friends (Xavier) I supposedly took the flight with, we headed by chance towards what appeared to have been a gendarmerie office to report the incident.

There was a young female officier sat at a desktop behind a wide clear plastic panel, and I struggled to explain to her what exactly happened in particular since I thought the incident would have been too minor to make anything about it in regards to the gendarmerie office — but nevertheless, some words came out of my mouth to tell a little about what happened during the flight. She then asked me something in the vein of « How can you tell if it was someone violent ? » — and I had no answer to that. So she answered herself : « The ethnic profile » — and she showed me what appeared to have been the identity document of the hysterical passenger in question, who was a rather dark skinned girl, as shown on the document’s identity photograph, that the officier circled with a red pen. Behind her, there was another female officier older than us, also sat on a desktop chair at her own desktop, who was dark skinned herself — and she looked like amused by that as if she was used to deal with similar cases.

I think the young female officier asked me to complete some document ; and meanwhile, we found ourselves speaking on the topic of joining the French Army… And as we did so, there was some gameplay footages of war videogames, mostly involving vehicles, and funny physics bugs, like playing in my mind as I was filling the document… But the talk was rather serious. I said I hesitated to join the Army myself at least twice (as I did) ; she asked me why I didn’t do so, and I said partly because of my ASDs I wasn’t aware of until late. She replied to that by suggesting that it wasn’t an issue to have such conditions for joining the Army, before giving some examples of occupations I think.

She then slipped a small enveloppe to me from under the plastic panel : An old-fashioned one bordered with red and blue diagonal stripes, the type sent « Via Air Mail » from decades ago. So I opened it, as it was strangely sealed with just a touch of elastic glue. And inside of it, there was a piece of paper with the date « 28th of April (2025 ?) » written at the top of it, in small trembling blue letters — in my mind, it was as if « my mother » wrote this, and it also felt that it was a mandatory thing that I had to go through myself like the « Journée d’Appel à la Défence » happening in early May (I had mine on the 8th of May 2009). There was something else written under the date in bigger black letters as if someone else wrote them, but I can’t remember what it was even tho it was just a word or two.

Not sure what kind of « Call of Duty » is supposed to take place by the end of next April…

Post Scriptum

The 27th of April, « my mother » informed me by e-mail of the passing of my maternal grand-mother, the morning of the 27th of April. But I only red the e-mail on the 28th in the morning.

About two months earlier, I also had a dream about herself on a bed, where she looked so old she was unrecognizable. And about a month earlier, I dreamt that I was in her house going down the stairs leading to the basement where the garage is, but the narrow staircase was abnormaly long and deep ; and at the end of it was a dark room with a young woman sat on a table with a 50s look and cloths and brown semi-long hairs (but my grand-mother was blonde), slightly smiling at me. And I thought : « She’s dead ».

She was the only one of my grand-parents still alive. My French grand-father passed away in 2007 (he was in the French Navy, in parenthesis), my Italian grand-mother in August 2013, and my Italian grand-father the year after in September 2014. Last time she went to Italy with her husband was around the year 2000, and it makes me feel sad when I think about it…

The date indicated in the dream was extraordinarly precise.