Vera—And you never did anything wild, insane——
The Dove—It depends on what you call wild, insane——
Vera—[With great excitement.] Have you ever taken opium or hasheesh?
The Dove—[As if answering.] There are many kinds of dreams—in one you laugh, in another you weep——
Vera—[Wringing her hands.] Yes, yes, once I dreamed. A dream in the day, with my eyes wide open. I dreamt I was a Dresden doll and that I had been blown down by the wind and that I broke all to pieces—that is, my arms and my head broke all to pieces—but that I was surprised to find that my china skirt had become flexible, as if it were made of chiffon and lace.
The Dove—You see, there are many dreams——
Vera—Have you ever felt that your bones were utterly sophisticated but that your flesh was keeping them from expressing themselves?
The Dove—Or vice versa?
Vera—Yes, or vice versa.
The Dove—There are many kinds of dreams——