Just before waking up, I had the third in a series of erotic dreams. The dreams in the series all have similar characteristics, and ever since the first one, I’ve had a sense of being subject to the machinations of witchcraft. The second dream, unlike the first, contained not a complete sexual act, but an erotic scene that was repeated over and over throughout the night, while I was half-asleep, or half-awake, or in a kind of hypnotic trance. Today’s dream seemed like a continuation of the series, which is becoming subtler as it goes along. You could even say that today’s was a normal dream, and certainly nothing about it suggested spells or curses. However, it must belong to the series because, like the other dreams, it features downtrodden women. The woman in the second dream was attractive in many ways, but repellent in many others. And today’s was the same, though she would have been attractive a few years ago and you could have a great intellectual exchange with her. I think the series—witchcraft aside—shows a process taking place that relates to the anima (see Jung), and as it goes on I find myself feeling a little better, physically and spiritually.

January 6

The Three Kings brought me diddly-squat. I’ll have to do things myself from now on. (There’s a profound truth behind these lighthearted words.)

Last night I had another dream in what’s now undeniably a series: a series of dreams about groups of people I don’t know. I had the first one in Buenos Aires, and the others, two or three of them, here in Colonia. I think they all relate (among other things, of course) to my real-life existence among strangers, as if in exile.

The dream was about a journey. We were getting ready to set off from somewhere, and I was introduced to a young woman I didn’t know, whose name was Cristina. Then, along with some other people, we were driven away in a horsedrawn carriage. Of all the people traveling with me (at least seven or eight in total), the only one I knew was Jorge, who’s some kind of professional and a friend of Alicia’s. He seemed to be joining us as a special guest. From that point on I had a secondary role in the dream, as if I were part of the scenery. Everyone else seemed to be acting with a particular purpose in mind, but I didn’t know what it was.

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I stayed in the background, asking no questions, going with the flow, and looking after Cristina, who at times seemed very young, almost a child.

The group organized itself the way groups of men by themselves usually do: united by their common purpose, whatever it was, the men talked among themselves and ignored the women, who later, when we reached our destination, seemed like little more than servants. I acted as the link between the group of men and, by means of Cristina, the group of women.