The Dreams

Dream 45

My motor boat raced across the surface of the lake, with another boat following me, or so I imagined. As I sped up, so did the other.

I felt assailed by panic: Why was he pursuing me?

Nearing a great quay, I cast anchor and climbed the stairs onto a wide deck — which, I noticed, belonged to the Russian Embassy. The deck was filled with mourners who had come to give their condolences at the death of a dearly departed woman.

I greeted the ambassador, then took a seat, listening to what was being said about the deceased lady. I gazed at the lake. Seeing no trace of the boat that been trailing me, I felt relieved.

When the time was right, I got back in my boat and steered it toward the other shore. Looking behind me, I saw the strange skiff cruising in my wake. When I reached the lake’s center, I saw it was better to head for shore than return to the embassy. At the shore, I told myself, the true situation would become clear — and I could confront it with all my strength.