The Dreams

Dream 60

I rang the bell and the door opened upon three young women whom I was sure I did not know, yet felt I was not seeing for the first time. I asked about the woman who owned the flat, and they replied that she was still on pilgrimage. No one knew when to expect her.

They walked me through the rooms of the apartment. Each time a door opened it would reveal a group of people around a circular dinner table immersed in pointed conversation — but due to the cacophony of their blended voices I couldn’t make out anything they were discussing. I did not wish to enter any of the rooms, preferring to wait for the owner.

One of the young women informed me that the lady would be delayed by several days. In despair I replied that — after having taken part in futile discussions — I would rather defer all until the lady’s return.