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This
,
as
you
have
already
discerned
,
violates
the
first
law
of
dreaming
,
namely
,
that
in
one
’
s
dreams
one
sees
only
what
he
has
seen
in
his
waking
life
,
or
combinations
of
the
things
he
has
seen
in
his
waking
life
.
But
all
my
dreams
violated
this
law
.
In
my
dreams
I
never
saw
ANYTHING
of
which
I
had
knowledge
in
my
waking
life
.
My
dream
life
and
my
waking
life
were
lives
apart
,
with
not
one
thing
in
common
save
myself
.
I
was
the
connecting
link
that
somehow
lived
both
lives
.
Early
in
my
childhood
I
learned
that
nuts
came
from
the
grocer
,
berries
from
the
fruit
man
;
but
before
ever
that
knowledge
was
mine
,
in
my
dreams
I
picked
nuts
from
trees
,
or
gathered
them
and
ate
them
from
the
ground
underneath
trees
,
and
in
the
same
way
I
ate
berries
from
vines
and
bushes
.
This
was
beyond
any
experience
of
mine
.
I
shall
never
forget
the
first
time
I
saw
blueberries
served
on
the
table
.
I
had
never
seen
blueberries
before
,
and
yet
,
at
the
sight
of
them
,
there
leaped
up
in
my
mind
memories
of
dreams
wherein
I
had
wandered
through
swampy
land
eating
my
fill
of
them
.
My
mother
set
before
me
a
dish
of
the
berries
.
I
filled
my
spoon
,
but
before
I
raised
it
to
my
mouth
I
knew
just
how
they
would
taste
.
Nor
was
I
disappointed
.
It
was
the
same
tang
that
I
had
tasted
a
thousand
times
in
my
sleep
.
Snakes
?
Long
before
I
had
heard
of
the
existence
of
snakes
,
I
was
tormented
by
them
in
my
sleep
.
They
lurked
for
me
in
the
forest
glades
;
leaped
up
,
striking
,
under
my
feet
;
squirmed
off
through
the
dry
grass
or
across
naked
patches
of
rock
;
or
pursued
me
into
the
tree
-
tops
,
encircling
the
trunks
with
their
great
shining
bodies
,
driving
me
higher
and
higher
or
farther
and
farther
out
on
swaying
and
crackling
branches
,
the
ground
a
dizzy
distance
beneath
me
.
Snakes
!
—
with
their
forked
tongues
,
their
beady
eyes
and
glittering
scales
,
their
hissing
and
their
rattling
—
did
I
not
already
know
them
far
too
well
on
that
day
of
my
first
circus
when
I
saw
the
snake
-
charmer
lift
them
up
?
They
were
old
friends
of
mine
,
enemies
rather
,
that
peopled
my
nights
with
fear
.
Ah
,
those
endless
forests
,
and
their
horror
-
haunted
gloom
!
For
what
eternities
have
I
wandered
through
them
,
a
timid
,
hunted
creature
,
starting
at
the
least
sound
,
frightened
of
my
own
shadow
,
keyed
-
up
,
ever
alert
and
vigilant
,
ready
on
the
instant
to
dash
away
in
mad
flight
for
my
life
.
For
I
was
the
prey
of
all
manner
of
fierce
life
that
dwelt
in
the
forest
,
and
it
was
in
ecstasies
of
fear
that
I
fled
before
the
hunting
monsters
.
When
I
was
five
years
old
I
went
to
my
first
circus
.
I
came
home
from
it
sick
—
but
not
from
peanuts
and
pink
lemonade
.
Let
me
tell
you
.
As
we
entered
the
animal
tent
,
a
hoarse
roaring
shook
the
air
.
I
tore
my
hand
loose
from
my
father
’
s
and
dashed
wildly
back
through
the
entrance
.
I
collided
with
people
,
fell
down
;
and
all
the
time
I
was
screaming
with
terror
.
My
father
caught
me
and
soothed
me
.
He
pointed
to
the
crowd
of
people
,
all
careless
of
the
roaring
,
and
cheered
me
with
assurances
of
safety
.
Nevertheless
,
it
was
in
fear
and
trembling
,
and
with
much
encouragement
on
his
part
,
that
I
at
last
approached
the
lion
’
s
cage
.
Ah
,
I
knew
him
on
the
instant
.
The
beast
!
The
terrible
one
!
And
on
my
inner
vision
flashed
the
memories
of
my
dreams
,
—
the
midday
sun
shining
on
tall
grass
,
the
wild
bull
grazing
quietly
,
the
sudden
parting
of
the
grass
before
the
swift
rush
of
the
tawny
one
,
his
leap
to
the
bull
’
s
back
,
the
crashing
and
the
bellowing
,
and
the
crunch
crunch
of
bones
;
or
again
,
the
cool
quiet
of
the
water
-
hole
,
the
wild
horse
up
to
his
knees
and
drinking
softly
,
and
then
the
tawny
one
—
always
the
tawny
one
!
—
the
leap
,
the
screaming
and
the
splashing
of
the
horse
,
and
the
crunch
crunch
of
bones
;
and
yet
again
,
the
sombre
twilight
and
the
sad
silence
of
the
end
of
day
,
and
then
the
great
full
-
throated
roar
,
sudden
,
like
a
trump
of
doom
,
and
swift
upon
it
the
insane
shrieking
and
chattering
among
the
trees
,
and
I
,
too
,
am
trembling
with
fear
and
am
one
of
the
many
shrieking
and
chattering
among
the
trees
.
At
the
sight
of
him
,
helpless
,
within
the
bars
of
his
cage
,
I
became
enraged
.
I
gritted
my
teeth
at
him
,
danced
up
and
down
,
screaming
an
incoherent
mockery
and
making
antic
faces
.
He
responded
,
rushing
against
the
bars
and
roaring
back
at
me
his
impotent
wrath
.
Ah
,
he
knew
me
,
too
,
and
the
sounds
I
made
were
the
sounds
of
old
time
and
intelligible
to
him
.
