In the dream, I was reading the book my chair recommended, one on psychoanalysis. I remember leafing through the book in the dream, trying to find the key word with which I was most concerned: shame. Did I find it at all? Only the image of black prints on white pages vaguely stayed in my mind.

We woke up to a day much cooler than yesterday. All our hysteric screams last night faded away, and the apartment seemed oddly empty.