Contrary to Fact; Contrary Even to Fantasy
I dreamed that "Alice in Wonderland" was written not by Lewis Carroll but by a young woman who was a fixture in London high society, and that I was carrying on an open and notorious affair with her.
We were just getting up from the table at a restaurant that was in fashion in literary circles. There were six or eight of us. She was not in black from head to toe, but from neck to toe; but for a necklace she might have been thought to be in mourning.
She said to no one in particular "Sexual passion is wonderful when it is good and it's wonderful when it is bad. It is even wonderful when it is indifferent." From within the dream, it was an aphorism worth noting and remembering, and I was enthralled with her.