A Dream

 I dreamed today:

I think I was in China. A man said, "Today we're showing Kafka
and X (I forget what name). The Price of Death. We have to see that."I don't like the X! I don't like him," I said. There was dirt everywhere. I could walk without shoes. I was happy about that. There were only a few houses. I walked around all alone and looked at everything closely. I couldn't see any trees or grass. Just dirt. It was soft, not firm, and gave way with every step. There were only a few houses there.  All were small. I didn't want anyone to see me. 

 

Further ahead, three or four people were sitting at an outdoor table. One woman was Asian. I could tell by her eyes. I thought she was a foreigner like me. Maybe she was Japanese. I was surprised that everyone was allowed to walk around freely. No one was observed.

 

The three or four people were happy. They laughed. I didn't want them to see me. That's why I went back. I came to a small house. There was a street in front of it. There was a shop in the house. A man just came out. He was the owner. He was Chinese. I watched him lock up the shop. I sat on a bench in front of the shop. A strange man sat next to me. There was standing a stone statue next to the bench. She was soft as if she were made of sand. The man and I pushed her back and forth. She began to decline. Luckily the Chinese man didn't notice. She belonged to him. We quickly ran away. 

 

Last night I focused intensely on Graham at night and during the day. I didn't sleep much. At 1:30 p.m. I wanted to start concentrating again. I suddenly got scared. The fear was so great that I had to stop concentrating.