| Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail
I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another.
I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire. Remembering that
one extinguished fire with clothing, I took an old coat and beat you with
it. But again the transmutations began and it went so far that you were
no longer even there, instead it was I who was on fire and it was also
I who beat the fire with the coat. But the beating didn't help and it only
confirmed my old fear that such things can't extinguish a fire. In the
meantime, however, the fire brigade arrived and somehow you were saved.
But you were different from before, spectral, as though drawn with chalk
against the dark, and you fell, lifeless or perhaps having fainted from
joy at having been saved, into my arms. But here too the uncertainty of
transmutability entered, perhaps it was I who fell into someone's arms.
~ Franz Kafka
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