I dreamt that I went to the States to spend a few days with Dorian and Maya. The dream is very hazy, but one thing I remember is that I was surprised by the amount of bad taste surrounding the children. From furnishings and objects of daily use to music, kitsch was everywhere. There were a few moments of intimacy with their mother, but I focused on the little ones. Only when I woke up I realized that the mother was not Lauren but Elise. As I have noted before, my two wives have become interchangeable in my dreams. The same holds for my two sons, Marko and Dorian. Quite often I discover that I have mixed them up while asleep. The longer one lives, it appears, the more jumbled the characters in the theatre of one’s life.