The Dreams

Dream 191

My comrade Dr. “M” told me that he wanted to marry Ms. “A” who was my neighbor and with whose brothers I was on good terms. I was the best one to talk to about her.

I loved “A” without any hope of success, so taking hold of myself, I began to tell him about her beauty.

He cut me off, saying, “Stop — that is always in my sight,” and changed the subject.

I started to say again, “As for her beauty …” and he told me, “Don’t talk about her looks to me.” Then he kissed me on my head.

At this, I found myself in a grand hall seething with the heads of society. There was great singing and dancing as I glanced about expectantly, awaiting the telling blow.