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… I had a dream last night which was concerned with you. It was a telegraph message about your whereabouts:
The way I have put it shows what seemed obscure and what seemed multiple. ‘Secerno’ was what was clearest. My feeling about it was annoyance that you had not gone where I had recommended you: to Casa Kirsch.3
The dream's motives.—The provoking cause: events from the previous day. H. was here and talked about Nuremberg, saying he knew it very well and used to stay at the Preller. I could not recall it at once, but afterwards I asked: ‘Outside the town, then?’ This conversation stirred up the regret I have felt lately at not knowing where you are stopping and having no news of you. I wanted to have you as my public and to tell you some of what I have been experiencing and finding out in my work. But I did not dare to send my notes out into the unknown, as I should have wanted to ask you to keep them for me as material of value. So it is the fulfilment of a wish if you telegraph your address to me. There are all kinds of things behind the wording of the telegram: the memory of the etymological enjoyment you give me, my mention of ‘outside the town’ to H., but more serious things as well, which soon occurred to me. ‘As though you must always have something special!’4 says my annoyance. And then that you take no pleasure at all in the Middle Ages.5 And further, my continued reaction to your dream of defence, which tried to substitute a grandfather for the otherwise current