Dreaming in Occupied France

An artist dreams on the eve of the German Occupation of Paris that millions of little French souls are playing like multicolored butterflies. An army of robots appears and attacks them with giant clubs, injects them with toxic words from newspapers that make them fight each other, and then chews them up with the sound of shattering crystal.

A philosopher in his seventies, ashamed that he is too old to be mobilized to defend France, dreams that he is transformed into a moldy, rickety armchair that falls from a high window to be kicked by rag-and-bone men picking over the trash below.

A wealthy socialite suspected of being a German agent dreams before his suicide that he is up on a catwalk in a beauty pageant in which brothel madams (tenancières) are choosing the most likely man. He thinks he is looking really good but when the prize goes to an obese lump of a man he is enraged. He wrestles the prize away and puts it around his own neck. Then he sees he is wearing a dog collar

The French-Hungarian novelist and painter who took the pen name Emil Szittya ("Emil the Scythian") collected and published 82 raw dream reports from people in all stations of life over the six  years of World War II. The book has the no-nonsense title 82 rêves pendant las guerre 1939-1945. He introduces the dreamers but does not comment on their dream reports. This is fascinating but hardly cheerful stuff since the dreams are as dark as the era and leave some of the dreamers - as one told the collector - "swimming in sweat".

An artist interned at Drancy concentration camp reports that every night he dreamed "the best dream of my life". Racked by stomach pains all day long, he dreams he is given a vast platter of sweet noodles (nouilles sucrées) eats with gusto. In regular life he always detested this dish.

A bold young aviator gives way to his fears in the night, confessing that "in my dreams I am a man who wets his pants."

A conscripted pimp  with a soldier friend dreams he is looking for his girl  in the house on La Chapelle. The madam tells him she has gone to the 16th arrondissement with les Fritz. When he finds her, his army friend is threatened by German soldiers with machine guns. Waking, he breaks with his only friend for fear he will bring him into danger.

The raw transcripts speak with chilling eloquence, and the many voices become an orchestra.  The weave of Szittya's collection of dream narratives becomes as compelling  as  Georges Perec's La boutique obscure and Michel Leiris' Nights as Days, Days as Nights, books in which more famous French authors recorded their dreams and let them expand into stories without analysis. In 82 Dreams we are taken into the intimate lives of ordinary people, and also into the collective mind of the French people during the worst nightmare of the twentieth century. 

Illustration by RM with AI assistance