We hoist ourselves bare-handed over the embankments, and there the dream begins. The dream has that power to announce what is happening, and to put in our hands the possibility of responding to it. To open oneself to the intelligence of the dream, to its promise, is above all to distinguish it from fantasy and its labyrinths, it is above all to consider it as an intimate revelation, the sign of a possible freedom that comes through desire. In this book, Anne Dufourmantelle questions the symbolic figures of the angel, the poetic genius and the daimôn, messengers of the word as is the dream of our most secret identity. Thus, we believe we live elsewhere than in our dreams. However, she Dufourmantelle asks to make the opposite hypothesis: we never leave them, our dreams watch over us. Sleep is pure intelligence that allows us to forget. In short, the dream is a singular mode of presence.