That Night’s Dream.
I stand before the door of a dwelling in my home town and gaze upon the surrounding landscape.
While I am immersed in thought, my uncle comes along; he had helped through the day working in the field and on his way home stopped near me in front of the big door; he throws out some jocular allusions; among other remarks saying: “it would be healthier for you if you plowed up a few acres instead of idling away.”
I point to the team of horses hitched to the harrow, jocularly saying: “oh, yes, certainly, but not with so poor a team. These two animals should have been dumped on the scrap heap long ago, specially this left one bearing himself so proudly when he is only an old nag.”
I hardly finished my words, when the horse started and broke his traces madly to jump at me.
I started to run, fled up the first stairway and ran into the kitchen shutting the door after me. Then I ran into the next room and barricaded the door with every furniture article I found handy. The horse was already at the door kicking until he broke through and made his way into the room.
Meanwhile I ran to another room, again shutting the door but even as I did so I knew that it wouldn’t be an effective barrier. I looked around the room for some other means of escape and to my surprise saw my sister standing behind me.
The horse had broken down the door enough to be able to stretch his head through into the room and his dilated nostrils snorted angrily.
Sister handed me a small round stove calling out to defend myself with the stove lids, they will prove an effective weapon.
The horse was ready to jump inside the room so I hurled at him first the covers then the whole stove as powerfully as I could. At the last critical moment I caught sight of another door, hurried out ran to the stairway and woke up.