A fairy tale, but not as complicated as the ‘conte’ Rimbaud once wrote.

Just before I woke, I had a silly but lovely dream. I was in her car and we were driving on a one way road, through a dark wood, somewhere in the south of France, I think it was in Le Thoronet. A strange feeling was over me, as if there were a thousand flowers welcoming me, a feeling so overwhelming that I wished it would stay for ever.
My arm was on her shoulder and suddenly she stopped the car and we kissed. I felt her lips on mine, wet and o so tender. People were passing by and were looking at us. There was a house with the door wide open, and a man with a long white beard sat on the threshold, laughing at us.
The next moment, I was in her sea of softness and a feeling of great happiness came over me. She said something, but I don’t remember if she said, not to move or that it never ought to end. It was as I see it now, very surprising, but most of all, it was wonderful, a sensation I had never known before.

I met her the next day in a book shop. I was standing before a row of books with a small orange book in my hand, reading: ‘Time present and time past are always present in time future’, when all of a sudden she was next to me, holding my arm.

‘I dreamt of you yesterday morning, before awaking’, she said.
‘Oh’, he said.
‘Yes, we were driving in a car, on a small road in a dark wood, as dark and as wild as the wood in the Inferno, and when we stopped the car we kissed and afterwards’, she said ‘you were all over me, o so softly and so warm. It was heaven’, she said.
‘Yes’ he said, ‘and where you stopped there was a man with a beard laughing at us. I do know it. I dreamt the dream you dreamt, we were one and the same person for a long moment. I was you and you were me, a moment that lasted until now, reading what I read.
‘It has always been like that’ she said, 'since I saw you for the first time. We can’t be separated, anymore, nothing can ever stand between us’.
‘Nothing’, he said.
‘It’s a fairy tale” she said.
‘No’ he said, it is not, it is something that happens only once in a lifetime. I’ll have to ask Carl Gustav Jung or maybe I can look it up in one of his books’.
‘Do it’ she said; ‘but I am happy now and Jung can’t give me more happiness then I already have’.
‘You never know’ he said, ‘maybe it has a special meaning, Jung didn’t think of’.
‘Never mind’, she said, ‘I am happy now. I’ll keep it as it is now’.
‘Do it’ he said, ‘do it, lock it up for the rest of your days with a double turn of the key’.

The sound of his voice was changing when he felt that her happiness was slowly flowing into him.

‘What are you going to do about it?’ she asked.
‘I don’t know yet’, he said, ‘maybe I am going to tell it to the world’.
‘The world doesn’t mind’ she said, ‘tell it to God and his angels’.
‘Do you think so, will it keep us together as one and the same person’?
‘Just do it’, she said.