I was talking with a young woman from the States. She was thin, had shoulder length dark brown hair with bangs. She was wearing a grey suit. She showed me black-and-white photographs. She had several pictures and she spread them out on a table. In one there were two young boys, one smaller and younger than the other, with eyes half closed, about eight, and the other ten. Both were in their bathing suits, clowning around at the beach. I saw a picture of a little girl standing with several adults. She was three or four years old. When I saw her I started to cry. Another picture showed that same little girl sitting in a train with several other little girls and with a nun who must have gone on the trip with them. The young woman (I did not know her name) said to me, “You don’t believe me.”
I answered, “Yes I do. My mother lied to me all my life. You’re the one with the pictures.”
I was in her living room with a man and, I think, another woman.
She dimmed the lights and several crystals came to life as if they had a light within them. They were not shaped like natural crystals but were beautiful works of art, each of a different shape and colour, and each glowing. However, the room remained in semi-darkness. I exclaimed how beautiful the crystals were. There were several objects
moving about in a circle, but in mid-air, as if they had momentum of their own. The man next to me grabbed one (something like a frisbee or a tambourine) and gave it a spin, only to send it careening against the wall.
I was walking outside in the backyard. It was night. It was a small backyard, almost square. The grass, though not wet, was the kind of grass you still have before it turns green in the spring, after the snow has melted. Directly behind was a black building, an old wooden structure of the sort where the wood has become black and worn from weathering. I did not really look at it, I simply noticed it. I walked up the stairs to the gallery, where the woman was talking with a man and leaning against the rail of the balcony looking out into the night.
It seems she lived on the second floor.