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THE DREAM

I do not understand dreams but there was one dream which seemed to have some meaning even though I could not understand it.

I dreamt that, having closed the door when I went out, I found on my return that it had merged with the walls and that even the outlines had disappeared. Faced with the choice of searching for traces or making another opening, I felt it would be easier to start digging. So I set to work, determined to find a way through. But no sooner had I made a hole than I realized that no one had entered here before. This was the first door that had ever been there. And although this narrow entrance was in the same house, it was as if I were seeing the house for the first time. And my bedroom was like the inside of a cube. I could now see that I had been living inside a cube.

At this point I woke up in a cold sweat. I had been having a nightmare despite the apparent calm surrounding the events in my dream. I cannot explain what those images might have symbolized. But the idea of going through one’s ‘first door’ fascinates and terrifies me to the extent of becoming a nightmare in itself.