Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

Dreams and Revertes 95since then it's continued to affect me deeply. Yet a bit later I hadanother dream which moved me even more. In it I see the Virgin,shining softly, her hands outstretched to me. It's a very strong presence,an absolutely indisputable reality. She speaks to meÑt me,the unbeliever-with infinite tenderness; she's bathed in the musicof Schubert. (I tried to reproduce this image in The Milky Way, butit simply doesn't have the power and conviction of the original.) Myeyes full of tears, I kneel down, and suddenly I feel myself inundatedwith a vibrant and invincible faith. When I wake up, my heart ispounding, and I hear my voice saying: "Yes! Yes! Holy Virgin, yes,I believe!" It takes me several minutes to calm down. The eroticovertones are obvious, yet they always remain within the chaste limitsof a platonic devotion. Perhaps if the dream had continued, it wouldhave vanished, or given way to desire? I don't know. I simply feeloverwhelmed, my heart is full; it's an ethereal feeling I've oftenexperienced, and not just in dreams.A long time ago, at least fifteen years now, I used to dream thatI was in church. I press a button behind a pillar, the altar pivotsslowly, and I see a secret staircase. Nervously, I descend the stairsand find myself in a series of subterranean chambers. It's a longdream, and mildly upsetting- feeling I enjoy.iI remember waking up one night in Madrid, unable to stoplaughing. When my wife asked what had happened, I told her thatI'd dreamed of my sister Maria, and that she had given me a pillowas a present. That's all I could remember, so I'll leave the interpretationto the psychoanalysts.Finally, a word about the famous Gala, a woman I have alwaystried to avoid. I met her for the first time in Cadaquks in 1929,during the Barcelona World's Fair. Salvador Dali and I were thereworking on L'Age d'w. At that time, she was married to Paul Eluardand had a little daughter named Ckile. Magritte and his wife werewith them, as was Goemans, the owner of an art gallery in Belgium.The Magrirtes and the Eluards were staying at a hotel in town, andI was at Dali's, about a kilometer away.