stop briefly to buy some cigarettes.
When I returned, I didn’t find her; I assumed that she’d gone to the agreed place before me. But when I got there, she was nowhere around.
So I went from club to club in search of her. I am still looking for her.
Dream 133
A prize worth a hundred pounds—I had never known more money than my tiny official salary. I hoped it would be first step on the path to prosperity.
After all, how many of my colleagues had started out at zero to become rich bigshots in the end? I asked some of them how to do this, but they told me not to ask about the way, for that was known to all.
Instead, they advised, “Ask about the person, and the time.”
Dream 134
W e meet as always on the Agricultural Road, reciting poetry and singing as we please until the time steals away. The sun has set without our even noticing.
We only remember it when, as darkness closes in, the baying of jackals assails us from every side.
Dream 135
L onging to see my family, I was instantly transported to our old home. But to my horror, I found it drowning in darkness, as though it had been destroyed by gloom.
I called out to scold them, to each man and woman by name—but no one replied. I kept on appealing to them in vain until I cried.
Dream 136
M y sister’s dead body was stretched out on the bed. My girlfriend was with me, both of us very moved by the event.
Suddenly a beautiful young girl sat crosslegged on the bed, chanting dirges in a haunting voice. Then time sped forward and there was a corpse in her place—the cadaver of my lover, while my sister and I grieved by her side.
Meanwhile, the young girl appeared in her stead, wailing mournfully of woe.
Dream 137
S uch a fabulous garden, with no beginning or end. Purity trickles from the sky above it, the earth hidden beneath its trees. We sit under one of them as we eat and drink.
Then a voice tells us that singers and dancers are coming—they’re coming our way! Another voice warns us not to listen to the sayings and proverbs that disparage time itself and days gone by.
And it says as well that these trees, whose fruits are infused with goodness and pleasure, are entrusted to our charge.
Dream 138
I was walking down a long street steeped in history, paying no mind to anything around me, when suddenly a hand tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to find a fantastically beautiful, stylishly dressed woman standing in front of me.
Astounded, I smiled at her, and she smiled back, before hurrying off toward an elegant green house. I made up my mind to follow her.
Yet when I looked around to be sure that all was safe, troops from State Security had spread throughout the neighborhood, blocking the road, letting no one move an inch.
But my eyes remained trained on the elegant green house.
Dream 139
A n exhibition famed for its single painting in which the image changes whenever a viewer approaches it.
First it looked to me like a magnificent forest, but when I drew another step closer, the woods disappeared, replaced by a naked woman with many obvious attractions.
One more step, and the lady was gone. Instead, there was a raging battle in which every type of weapon, from stones to the latest gadgets, came to hand.
Dream 140
T he woman had many charms; one look at her and I was already chasing her. Then her husband grabbed me, swearing he would take me to the police station, when a man from our neighborhood, famed for advocating absolute freedom, came into the room.
I fled after learning an unforgettable lesson—one that would take solid form whenever I met a woman. Yet I found myself face to face with the ravishing lady again.
I started to run away—and she kissed me, smiling, and took me by the arm. “My husband,” she assured me, “has now embraced the call for absolute freedom.”
Dream 141
O ur dear old neighborhood. I’m rambling around it, my mind flooded with memories.
Then it occurs to me that I should live in our
When I returned, I didn’t find her; I assumed that she’d gone to the agreed place before me. But when I got there, she was nowhere around.
So I went from club to club in search of her. I am still looking for her.
Dream 133
A prize worth a hundred pounds—I had never known more money than my tiny official salary. I hoped it would be first step on the path to prosperity.
After all, how many of my colleagues had started out at zero to become rich bigshots in the end? I asked some of them how to do this, but they told me not to ask about the way, for that was known to all.
Instead, they advised, “Ask about the person, and the time.”
Dream 134
W e meet as always on the Agricultural Road, reciting poetry and singing as we please until the time steals away. The sun has set without our even noticing.
We only remember it when, as darkness closes in, the baying of jackals assails us from every side.
Dream 135
L onging to see my family, I was instantly transported to our old home. But to my horror, I found it drowning in darkness, as though it had been destroyed by gloom.
I called out to scold them, to each man and woman by name—but no one replied. I kept on appealing to them in vain until I cried.
Dream 136
M y sister’s dead body was stretched out on the bed. My girlfriend was with me, both of us very moved by the event.
Suddenly a beautiful young girl sat crosslegged on the bed, chanting dirges in a haunting voice. Then time sped forward and there was a corpse in her place—the cadaver of my lover, while my sister and I grieved by her side.
Meanwhile, the young girl appeared in her stead, wailing mournfully of woe.
Dream 137
S uch a fabulous garden, with no beginning or end. Purity trickles from the sky above it, the earth hidden beneath its trees. We sit under one of them as we eat and drink.
Then a voice tells us that singers and dancers are coming—they’re coming our way! Another voice warns us not to listen to the sayings and proverbs that disparage time itself and days gone by.
And it says as well that these trees, whose fruits are infused with goodness and pleasure, are entrusted to our charge.
Dream 138
I was walking down a long street steeped in history, paying no mind to anything around me, when suddenly a hand tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to find a fantastically beautiful, stylishly dressed woman standing in front of me.
Astounded, I smiled at her, and she smiled back, before hurrying off toward an elegant green house. I made up my mind to follow her.
Yet when I looked around to be sure that all was safe, troops from State Security had spread throughout the neighborhood, blocking the road, letting no one move an inch.
But my eyes remained trained on the elegant green house.
Dream 139
A n exhibition famed for its single painting in which the image changes whenever a viewer approaches it.
First it looked to me like a magnificent forest, but when I drew another step closer, the woods disappeared, replaced by a naked woman with many obvious attractions.
One more step, and the lady was gone. Instead, there was a raging battle in which every type of weapon, from stones to the latest gadgets, came to hand.
Dream 140
T he woman had many charms; one look at her and I was already chasing her. Then her husband grabbed me, swearing he would take me to the police station, when a man from our neighborhood, famed for advocating absolute freedom, came into the room.
I fled after learning an unforgettable lesson—one that would take solid form whenever I met a woman. Yet I found myself face to face with the ravishing lady again.
I started to run away—and she kissed me, smiling, and took me by the arm. “My husband,” she assured me, “has now embraced the call for absolute freedom.”
Dream 141
O ur dear old neighborhood. I’m rambling around it, my mind flooded with memories.
Then it occurs to me that I should live in our
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