I dreamt that I had returned from a long trip to a place far away. Immediately upon my return, I met with my friends and colleagues in a large sunlit garden. There were at least fifteen of them. The weather was balmy. I sat at a large table together with four or five people. The others were sitting in the grass or standing about. The scene was reminiscent of theater. I was the leading actor. My boss was doing something with his computer at a small table some way away. He was quite short and plump. His head was large and he had almost no hair left. My wife was there, too. She was very thin and pale. Her curly blond hair fell to her shoulders. Our two children were playing around her. They were about three or four. Everyone looked sort of English. I was holding court. First I told my friends and colleagues about my trip. They listened attentively. Next I announced that I was quitting my job. My boss nodded but did not look up. “I knew it,” you could almost hear him. And then I declared that I was divorcing my wife, too. She just stared at me blankly. One of the women sitting across the table mumbled a few words to the effect that such things should not be said in front of the children. I said nothing in response, but kept looking around, gauging the effect of my words. Everyone was stunned, of course. The meeting in the garden was a theatrical farewell with everyone I knew. And I took a great pleasure in it. When I woke up, I realized the dream was most appropriate for the last day of the year.