DREAMS {Stories}

 

 

 

It was after a dinner with friends, old friends. There were five of them: a writer, a doctor, and three rich bachelors without a profession.

Everything had been talked about, and a lassitude had been reached, that lassitude that precedes and decides the departure after a party. One of the diners, who had been looking for five minutes, without speaking, at the agitated boulevard, constellated by the gas nozzles and full of humming, suddenly said:

-When nothing is done from morning to night, the days are long.

"And the nights too," added his neighbor.

I hardly sleep, pleasures tire me, conversations do not vary; I never find a new idea, and I experience, before talking to no matter whom, a furious desire to say nothing and hear nothing. I don't know what to do with my evenings.

And the third unemployed man proclaimed:

"I would be willing to pay well for a way of spend, each day, only two pleasant hours.

Then the writer, who had just thrown his coat over his arm, approached.

"The man," he said, "who discovers a new vice, and offers it to his fellow-men, even if it reduced his life by half, would do a greater service to mankind than he who found the means of securing eternal health and youth.

The doctor laughed, and as he nibbled on a cigarette, he said:

-Yes, but things are not discovered in this way. Although the issue has been earnestly sought and worked on since the world has existed. The first men suddenly came to perfection in this. We barely match them...

One of the three unemployed people sighed.

"It's a pity!"

Then, after a minute, he added:

"If only we could sleep, sleep well without being cold or hot, sleep with that annihilation of the nights of great tiredness, sleep without dreams.

-Why without dreams? asked his neighbor.

"Because dreams are not always pleasant," replied the other, "and they are always strange, improbable, frayed, and because in sleep we cannot even taste the best dreams." It is necessary to daydream.

"Who prevents you?" asked the writer.

The doctor threw his cigarette.

"My dear friend, to daydream requires great power and great work of will, and the result is great fatigue. The true dream, that walk of our thought through enchanting visions, is surely the most delightful thing in the world; but it must come naturally, not painfully provoked, and be accompanied by absolute well-being of the body. I can offer this dream to you, provided you promise me not to abuse it.

The writer shrugged.

"Ah! Yes, I know, hashish, opium, green jam, artificial paradises. I have read Baudelaire; and I myself have tasted the famous drug, which has made me terribly ill.

But the doctor had sat down.

"No, the ether, just the ether. You men of letters should wear it from time to time.

The three rich men came over. One of them asked:

"Explain to us, then, the effects."

The doctor continued:

-Let's leave aside the big words, shall we? I am not talking about medicine or morals: I am talking about pleasure. You are free every day with excesses that devour your lives. I want to point out to you a new sensation, possible only for intelligent men, let's say even very intelligent, dangerous as everything that excites our organs, but exquisite. I add that it will require a certain preparation, that is to say, a certain habit, to grasp in all their fullness the singular effects of the ether.

"They are different from the effects of hashish, from the effects of opium and morphine; and they cease immediately after the absorption of the drug is interrupted, while the other dream-producers continue their action for hours.

"Now I will try to analyze as clearly as possible what it feels like. But things are not easy; so delicate, almost incomprehensible, are those sensations.

"I was suffering from violent neuralgia when I used this remedy, which I may have abused a little later.

"I felt sharp pains in my head and neck, and an unbearable warmth on my skin, a restlessness of fever. I took a large vial of ether and, after lying down, began to inhale it slowly.

"After a few minutes I thought I heard a vague murmur which soon became a kind of buzzing, and I had the impression that the whole interior of my body was becoming light, light as air, which was vaporizing.

"Then there was a kind of drowsiness of the soul, of sleepy well-being, although the pains persisted, although they were no longer painful now. It was one of those sufferings that can be endured, and not that horrible tearing against which our tortured body protests.

"Very soon the strange, charming feeling of emptiness in my chest spread, reached the limbs, which in turn became light, light as if flesh and bones had melted and only the skin remained, the skin necessary to make me perceive the sweetness of living, of lying in that well-being. Then I realized that I was no longer suffering. The pain was gone, melted, evaporated. And I heard voices, four voices, two dialogues, without understanding any of the words. As soon as they were but indistinct sounds, as soon as a word or two came to me. But I recognized that it was simply the accentuated ringing in my ears. He was not sleeping, he was awake; I understood, felt, reasoned with extraordinary clarity, depth, power, and joy of spirit, a strange intoxication arising from this multiplication of my mental faculties.

"It was not a dream like that of hashish, it was not the slightly sickly visions of opium; it was a prodigious acuteness of reasoning, a new way of seeing, of judging, of appreciating the things of life, and with the certainty, the absolute awareness that this way was the true one.

"And the old image of the Scriptures suddenly came to my mind. I had the impression that I had tasted the tree of knowledge, that all mysteries were revealed, and that I was under the empire of a new, strange, irrefutable logic. And the arguments, the reasoning, the proofs, came rushing towards me, immediately knocked down by a proof, a reasoning, a stronger argument. My head had become the battleground of ideas. I was a superior being, armed with an invincible intelligence, and I savored a prodigious joy at the realization of my power.

"That lasted a long, long time. I was still breathing through the hole in my ether flask. Suddenly, I realized that it was empty. And I felt a terrible sorrow."

The four men asked at the same time:

"Doctor, quick, a prescription for a quart of ether!"

But the doctor put on his hat and answered:

"As for that, no: go and be poisoned by others!"

And he left.

Ladies and gentlemen, what does your heart tell you about it?

 

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@ Traducido al Ingles, por Paya Frank