Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

his face, eating very slowly and very little, scarcely speaking. I knowhe's dead, and I murmur to my mother or sisters: "Whatever happens,we mustn't tell him!"Lack of money torments me in my sleep. I don't have a pennyto my name, my bank account is empty-how am I going to paymy hotel bill? This nightmare still haunts me; it's as real as my traindreams, where the story's always the same, although the details mayvary. I'm in a train, I've no idea where I'm going, my bags are onthe rack above me. Suddenly the train comes to a halt in a station.I get up to stretch my legs and have a drink at the cafe on theplatform, but I'm very careful because I know that the minute I steponto the concrete, the train will leave. I know all about this trap,I'm suspicious, I place my foot very slowly onto the platform, I lookright and left, I whistle casually. The train seems to have stoppeddead, so I put my other foot down and then, in a split second, likea cannonball, the train roars out of the station with all my luggageon it. I swear as loudly as I can, but there I am, once again, aloneon a deserted platform.No one's really interested in other people's dreams, so I won'tdwell on the subject, although I find it impossible to explain a lifewithout talking about the part that's underground-the imaginative,the unreal. Perhaps, then, I'll just indulge myself through oneor two others-for instance, the dream about my cousin Rafael:macabre, of course, yet not without its bittersweet aspects. (I reproducedthis dream almost exactly in The Discreet Charm of the Boqeoisie.)Rafael has been dead for a long time, and yet, in my dream, Imeet him suddenly in an empty street. "What are you doing here?"I ask him, surprised. "Oh, I come here every day," he replies sadly.He turns away and walks into a house; then suddenly I too am inside.The house is dark and hung with cobwebs; I call Rafael, but hedoesn't answer. When I go back outside, I'm in the same emptystreet, but now I call my mother. "Mother! Mother!" I ask her."What are you doing wandering about among all these ghosts?"I had this dream for the first time when I was about seventy, and