La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams

1

slipping and sliding on kilometers of stonework with big protruding pebbles (puddingstone)

2

the kit (for repairs): it contains a “cutter,” a pastry punch, a hammer, a suitcase handle missing its screws …

3

the pun is a bear to get my bearings: a glass of bear!

4

In the distance, the towers from last night’s dream

5

We come to a town: Versailles.

6

Grotesque, police force, parade.

7

We are caught, in spite of ourselves, in the parade; it’s led by a drum major, an old flabby Belgian clown (Valentin the Boneless).

8

Finally we get to the cemetery. Commotion.

I find myself in front of a tomb where distant relatives of one of us (there are three of us, with shifting identities) are laid.

I bend over the grave.

There are portraits encrusted in the stone; one is of a Eurasian woman whom I recognize as Madame Vidal-Naquet, a famous psychiatrist of her time.

I feel tears rising to my eyes, and soon I am weeping abundantly.