The Dream
I dreamed I was going to pick something up or visit my ex-boyfriend’s apartment — he’s dead. I walk into the living room and the moments shift gradually. First his mother appears, who in real life is also dead, then only his father appears, very aged. When the mother appears, the light in the room changes, becoming diffuse and melancholic. In the middle of the room there is a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, with many knickknacks and glass baubles that look old. I admire them and the sound they make when they clink together, but when I ask where they came from I learn that they were actually bought at the Chinese shop and painted. I tell them about myself and my family, about what I’ve been up to. The scene changes and only the ex’s father remains, old and no longer living alone but with several female neighbors. The room is very empty. All that’s left is a bookshelf and the TV, which is tuned to a news program. A woman in the room is deeply depressed and sad. As I watch her I rea