The Dreams

Dream 176

I was an officer sent to arrest the artist “Y.” In truth, I was one of his biggest fans; I loved him despite my scorn for his addiction to drugs.

The artist invited me to a singing party. I came, but put off arresting him until he finished his songs, as he kept chanting repeatedly:

You are entrusted to go to him

And kiss the fair one’s mouth for me—

And say his lovestruck slave is at his command

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