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Are you dreaming?

Here,

now?

Look at your hands.

One.

Your fingers.

Two.

How many are there?

Three.

Count again.

Four.

-Often. -Five.

Count again.

One. Six.

-Compulsively. -Seven. Two.

Obsessively.

Three. Eight. Two.

Do it so often...

that one day...

you'll do it...

ENDORPHIN

...in your dreams.

One. Six. Two.

But in your dreams...

you won't be able to.

Because in your dreams...

there will always be...

a kind of sign.

Eleven.

Our next speaker is director of research at the CEI.

She taught quantum and particle physics here in Montréal

and is professor of the history of science in Luxemburg.

Please welcome Simone De Koninck.

The external world exists.

Perhaps.

Perhaps not.

We perceive the external world through our senses...

but our senses deceive us.

So we cannot really know the external world.

Certain animals and insects whose sense organs differ from ours

perceive reality, the same reality, differently.

Imagine a film projected on a screen.

A film consists of still images.

Twenty-four stills, one after the other, every second.

This quick succession tricks our eyes,

creating the illusion of movement.

Let's take the fly as an example.

The visual perception of a fly is four times faster than ours.

In other words, its eyes are so sensitive

and its nervous system is so fast in interpreting reality

that what it sees looking at the film is like a slide show.

Contrary to us,

it does not perceive movement on the screen,

only fixed photographs.

Its visual perception of reality is closer to what we'd call objective reality,

namely, what is really projected, than our perception of reality.

Thus, everything we perceive, we deform.

So my question is:

How do we deform time?

-He friend-zoned me. -What's that?

He goes, like... "Bla, bla, bla, I want you to know I feel nothing.

We're friends."

So like, I have to reply, as if I don't care...

Is he that hottie?

I thought he had a fever.

Want some advice?

-What? -If you're into...

No, Dad. It means you're into each other and going...

to date.

You never understand!

Have a good week, honey.

Bye.

"Love you, Dad?"

Hate you, Dad.

Hello!

Be right out.

-Hello. -Why are you here?

I'm spending three days with you.

-You happy? -No.

Gimme a smile.

Simone, come on!

Stop, don't touch me!

I let her go.

You alright?

I was dreaming.

I was being watched.

And you were alive.

Yes?

You left your math book at Dad's?

I'll be a sec. You coming?

I'm beat.

Come see the new office.

Okay.

Édouard? It's Daphné.

My code doesn't work. Is it different on weekends?

It's fucking long.

So go get her.

I'm too beat.

Go on, cabbage.

Nugget.

Larva.

Snail.

Lazybones.

-Microbe. -Air head.

Mollusk.

Newfie.

-Ok, Einstein. -Boobie.

-Ok, enough... -Moron. Derp.

Derp?

Were you scared?

No, I wasn't scared.

They came in and...

The man pushed her to the ground.

Then he lifted her head.

He slammed her face on the floor.

How did you feel?

Had you ever witnessed violence like that before?

Well, I've seen fights.

In hockey, or the schoolyard.

I never saw anyone die.

What happens when you faint?

When you faint?

Was it the first time you fainted?

Well...

When I was on the floor in the stairs...

Like, where was I?

Was I, like...

When?

When the patient mouth lays bare the being

We cannot foresee...

among the waves the breaking one.

The split second that makes the image in the bodies' narration

spinning at the speed of the image.

We cannot foresee how the tongue...

will wrap...

around the clitoris...

to raise the body... and move it,

cell by cell... into unreality.

Simone?

What is that?

Stop, it's gross. It's full of germs.

What's it like to lick a tongue?

You mean, kissing?

Is it slimy?

We have to talk.

We've been through a major change, right?

Mom's dead. I know.

You two were very close. Well...

I'm going to try...

Are you listening?

Yes, Mathieu.

But it doesn't matter.

Don't worry, you're a good father.

Grégoire!

Have you ever fainted?

Yeah.

Rocket ride?

Choking game?

-Want to do it? -No.

Will you French me?

So I know what it's like.

I'm your cousin.

So?

I have a girlfriend.

And?

You never...?

It's your first time?

You know it's dangerous?

No.

Well, it's dangerous.

Okay.

Lean forward with your head down.

Take five big breaths, really deep.

Hold the last one.

I abandoned her.

See her.

What?

Miss De Koninck?

As you know,

you'll go into a very deep sleep,

and we'll visit your memory of the event you witnessed,

the attack on your mother.

We'll start now.

Look at my finger.

Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

Heavier and heavier.

Heavier and heavier.

Yes.

Your eyes are fluttering.

Your eyelids are getting ever heavier.

You completely let go.

Yes.

Okay.

Bring your head forward.

Now, I want you to go back in time

to the murder of your mother.

I'm walking.

Okay.

Here I go.

Are you alright?

Simone? What's happening?

-Don't. -It's Mom.

It's her.

She wants to live.

I let her go.

You alright?

Yeah, I was dreaming.

I was being watched.

You were alive.

Yes?

You left your math book at Dad's?

Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

That felt weird.

I was far away.

Okay.

My turn.

Pull on this.

On one condition.

Afterward, we French.

We'll see.

Okay?

Hello?

My name is Simone De Koninck.

I'm at St-Sylvestre College.

My cousin Grégoire's unconscious in the basement here.

I choked him so he'd faint but he didn't wake up.

What are you doing?

Simone?

Could you leave us alone?

Get out.

I'll wait.

Mom?

There is no key, only dreaming bodies.

But what do all these bodies dream of?

Repeat!

Hello?

Simone?

Help me.

Simone?

Help me.

I abandoned her.

I didn't go to...

see her.

I let her go.

Mom's dead, Dad.

We'll never see her again.

It's my fault.

It's not your fault, my love.

It's not.

Time advances in continuous, unidirectional movement.

But what if that were wrong,

as is our perception of a film in a cinema?

What if time changed direction?

Or divided?

Imagine it circled back on itself

or splintered into pieces?

What if time didn't move at all.

If, instead, we were the ones moving?

Modern physics has redefined the notion of time.

Einstein showed that time accelerates, slows,

and in distant reaches of the universe, near black holes,

time can even almost stop.

Where does time come from,

this shifting concept, this indefinable sensation of movement?

And above all, does it really exist?

Relativists believe the future is already here,

but we are simply not there yet.

The future is already here, but we are not there yet.

Space-time is like a block

inside which past, present and future exist simultaneously.

Regrettably, this means history, ours and that of the universe,

which recounts our births but also our deaths,

is written in advance.

All of it.

Why doesn't our brain have access to the complete block?

Why do we remember the past but not the future?

Perhaps we have access to the future too,

but simply don't have conscious access to it.

It seems that the nature of time of the unconscious

is closer to reality than the time of consciousness.

The time of unconsciousness

is closer to reality than the limited time of consciousness.

YOUR PHOTO IS NOW ONLINE

Hi, Mr Porter. You wanted me?

Hi, Mr Porter...

Hi Mr Porter. You wanted to see me?

Hi, Mr Porter. You...

wanted...

You'll work two shifts.

Saturday and Tuesday. Yes.

Double shifts. It's good money.

Okay. I'll be there.

Okay, fine. That's enough!

Okay.

Okay, everything's fine... What's that?

Oh, and Thursday too.

You see, it's just that...

next week...

Thursday there's...

I have a final.

Like, a final exam in...

Like, a final exam that I'd like...

that I have to do.

It's like a course in... math.

-So complicated! -It's a...

course in... math.

What?

Erase me, erase me...

What is it, what is it?

I'm falling, I'm falling...

Simone...

help me.

Oh, yeah?

Mom?

Yes, Simone?

Your eyelids are heavy.

Your eyelids are getting heavier.

Come, Simone.

Heavier and heavier.

Heavier and heavier.

Come, honey.

You completely let go.

Come closer.

That's it.

Closer.

Hello?

I knew it.

It's her.

Again.

Why again?

This is bad...

He'll kill her.

He'll kill her.

I abandoned her.

I abandoned her.

I let her go.

Hello?

Mom?

What's going on?

What's going on?

Why's he here?

Can I help you?

Are you on the list?

Yes.

What's your name?

Élie.

Turing.

-Ms Turing... -Yes.

...just arrived.

Sure, I know.

Go ahead, I don't care.

Nothing is foreseen.

We don't know what happens to the world's image.

When the patience of lips lays bare the being.

I don't have a... No, thanks.

"We cannot foresee among the waves the breaking one,

the split second that makes the image in the bodies' narration,

spinning at the speed of the image.

We cannot foresee how the tongue will wrap around the clitoris...

to raise the body... and move it,

cell by cell... into unreality."

Hello.

I'm Simone, your neighbor.

I don't have...

I've never really...

I've never made love.

You?

Have you ever...

Of course.

Would you kiss me?

I who grieve, you whom I desire.

There is no key, only dreaming bodies.

But who do they all dream of?

Idiot!

Erase me, erase me!

Hello.

Yes, in fact...

Yes, I'm your neighbor opposite.

I live right...

I live there.

I think you have my iPad.

We met in the subway.

I'm not German.

Obviously, I'm not German.

I think that...

the other day, I...

Hello.

Your neighbor...

It's me.

Fuck!

Hello?

Mr Porter?

Who's there?

What's happening?

Mom!

Mom!

You fainted, my dear.

Self-awareness is a fundamental trait of human nature.

We are aware of our existence, our individuality, but above all,

our death.

Alive today, dead tomorrow.

The opposition of these certitudes creates the impression of movement.

We advance toward death.

Our coming death propels us into the future.

This telescoping leads to the sensation of movement,

of time passing by.

Time is thus quite simply

a side effect of awareness.

What's happening?

You fainted, dear.

Simone...

You were napping.

You moaned.

I think you even came.

You were there.

You got up.

You put your hands to your face.