Replikant. Uta Genilke

Recently I discovered an old folder with many handwritten pages, they were all dreams that I had written down in 1985 because they seemed important to me. At that point I had just lost my first great love in a car accident and had withdrawn from the world, living in my small apartment like in a dark cave, avoiding contact with other people, the television on for hours until the end of broadcasting. I was very afraid to fall asleep because then the dreams came, the nightmares, in which a white Mercedes Benz was slowly chasing me down a lonely country road, or I heard a voice from a ditch, from a crashed car, it was him calling for help, but I suspected he was just trying to lure and capture me.
After some months I started to look forward to it, I learned that I could control my dreams, my boyfriend seemed to be stuck in a kind of in-between world, I could meet him there at night if I wanted. REPLIKANT shows my nocturnal adventures from this time. When I went out one winter evening and met a new man, my dreams disappeared, and I never saw my lover again.