Dream
When I was a young boy we lived in a flat in the old part of town. The concierge was an old woman - well, I thought she was old, but now, perhaps I think she must have been about 50 years. When our parents used to go out for the evening, Mme Boudet would look after us - my two brothers and me. She was all right I guess, a bit scary and we were a bit naughty sometimes.

Anyway, to make a long history shorter, we moved away to a suburb, got older etc. At first, she would send us a card for our birthdays and Noel, and we would too. Then, you know, we lost touch.

Then one night I had the most horrible dream - I don't remember ever waking up so scared in my life, before or since then. In the dream, my eldest brother had decided to kill himself and Mme Boudet was there pleading with him not to. I woke up with such a feeling of fear and sadness I can't explain. I did not tell my dream to anyone as I was to upset.

Then the next day, my father got a telephone call to say that Mme Boudet had died during the night when I had my dream. I had not seen her for maybe ten years.

EZ
(E-mail Zola Son of Che, Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:30, Reply)