Walking in a dream…
Last night I dreamt that I went to my old house again. It seemed to me I stood by the wooden gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was blocked to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was suddenly possessed with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. There was a house, mysterious as it had always been, with the white walls shining in the moonlight of my dream and the wide windows. But the garden, our beautiful garden no longer existed...