La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams

1

Dampierre. I go into the bathroom on the second floor. It’s a little room where you can see without being seen. I think I see C. but it’s a little girl in a red dress.

2

There are three of us. We’re stealing various things, then two planks of wood from an empty storefront next to the department store near Ledru-Rollin.

Nobody is watching us, but I ask a nearby artisan whether we can. Even though he didn’t want anything from me! Obviously, he answers that it doesn’t matter for one plank, but he’s not allowed to give up the other. We return both to him.

I am with J.L. in a narrow alley — it looks a bit like the passage Choiseul — near the Bastille.

There is a “New Order” demonstration, with parachutists.

At the end of the alley, a small door with a gate. The lock is not in the middle of the gate but at the very top.

We have to return to this narrow alley to pick up the packets J.L. and I left there.

I run into my boss; he introduces me to several American friends whose names I already know (they turn up frequently in my file).

We watch a baseball game.

We realize that cops are gathering behind the players.

Back in the alley. Suddenly I’m afraid. No doubt we should run, but there are too many — decidedly too many, far too many bags.