The Dream...

I had a very oddd dream just now. My mind's clock is off from teleporting all over the world, so I've been falling asleep for short periods of time lately, and randomly at that. This dream seemed so real, I can't explain it...


I was hovering, looking down upon a scene. There he was, the brain man from my memories, only he looked different than what I remembered from Jorge's memory, somehow more preemed and pressed. He wore a collared shirt that looked like something from the late '80s, with a strange stripey pattern. I never really liked that kind of fashion. Anyway, he was wearing a full 1980's ensemble, and walking in broad daylight, in a street in what looked like France, (and I've seen France in the past 12 hours, I know its looks). All around, people were dressed similarly, so I guessed this was another memory from someone whose mind I'd invaded from that time period.
The brain-man looked happy, and he had flowers in his hand, like he was going on a date. He was whistling a tune that was vaguely familiar to me, and had a skip in his step. He greeted every passer-by in a wonderful French accent, like a native, although his shaggy, curly black hair and rough 5 o'clock shadow gave him away to be of some other nationality. As he trekked, I hovered over him, like something out of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. Eventually he arrived at a blue-and-white house, and knocked repeatedly on the door, like an excited child. After a moment, a woman with poofy hair, perfect for this era, stepped out. Brain-man's eyes lit up, and I saw emotions in them that I've never imagined anyone could feel, much less a cold-hearted killer.
The two kissed and Brain-Man handed her the flowers. As he stepped inside, I seemed to teleport in, and the change of setting was instant. The two stood and talked for a moment, and it was all muted to me, but occasionally I could hear a quick word or phrase, in French of course. After that, they sat down upon a purple couch, and the woman popped a DVD into the player. I could see that it was a french copy of Back To The Future. The couple snuggled up on the couch, and began watching. I thought this dream was pointless, but I eventually just floated over and watched BTTF.
The audio was just a big warble to me, and only a few words broke through every once in a while, and then the tape suddenly stopped. I thought it was odd, or that the dream paused, but then I looked over at the couple. The girl sighed, and told Brain-Man to wait, which was audible. At this point the dream had more sound, and I heard her footsteps a bit better. She walked up and hit the VCR a few times. Finally, she layed her hand upon the machine, focused, and the tape suddenly restarted.
I was shocked, she was Technopathic, like Tempest. And at this, I saw something in Brain-Man's expression change. It was quick, like a twinkle in his eye, but the emotions of love quickly faded to intruige, and curiosity... Along with that, something stronger. I saw... hunger.
The dream was almost completely audible at this point, and I heard the exchange quite well.
"How did you do ---" Brain-Man said in french
"I don't ---. -- jus--- ppened" The technopath replyed.
"Amaz--! Marve--!" Brain-Man exclaimed. At this he walked up and looked her hard in the face, and I saw the hunger culminate. Suddenly, I realized that he was beginning to understand. He glanced quickly at her forehead, and the hunger peaked. He couldn't be stopped. He threw the technopathic woman against her coffee table, headfirst. She began to bleed from her head, as she had smashed the glass. Brain-Man held her down by the arms, and she screamed and kicked. At this, the audio began reducing again, but then the last part freaked me out.
Brain-Man picked up a big, pointed glass shard, and began to press it against her head, cutting her skull open with it. Then the technopath uttered one final sentence that made me jump awake:
"Pourquoi, Damian?"

And I jumped up, in a Laos street, cold, frozen sweat covering half my body, and the hot steaming sweat on the other. What was that? Brain-Man... Damian? Why did I see that dream? And was it just that, a dream, or a memory?

Please help
-Damian