La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams

No. 29: November 1970

London

I am in a foreign city. It’s London, an outlying neighborhood, far from Waterloo or Victoria.

I’m in a group of tourists wandering around a large drugstore. We meet another group, whom I’m supposed to know. Indeed, everyone seems familiar, looks like or could look like someone I know. I’m quite embarrassed. I offer a lot of vague smiles.

In any case, it’s clear that one of my old friends, Jacques M., is in the second group. He has grown a beard. There are also friends of his, whose last name is Fried. On the other hand, Jacques’s wife, Marianne, is in my group.

I realize then that Jacques and Marianne are separated.

The next morning, I run into Marianne and tell her that Jacques is there. She heads toward him, then suddenly veers off. I follow her.

We pass in front of a group of girls. One of them recoils in horror at my approach.