The Dreams

Dream 117

I was sitting in the café, when, without seeking my leave, our neighborhood’s chief bully sat down next to me.

As I welcomed him with distaste, he announced that he had chosen me to marry his daughter, a divorcée. My limbs trembling, I replied that I was going to wed my paternal uncle’s daughter that weekend.

He answered with confident simplicity, “You’re going to marry my daughter, and your uncle’s daughter’s going to marry me.”