I was about to press the call button when a truly startling person
arrested my attention. He was so tall that I should have
understood that I was dreaming him. His stature was increased
by a cone-shaped cap. His face (which I never saw in profile)
had about it something of the Tatar, or what I imagine a Tatar
to be, and it ended in a black beard, also cone shaped. His eyes
gazed at me in a mocking manner. He was dressed in a long
overcoat, black and glossy, covered with large white discs. It
reached nearly to the floor. With a suspicion that perhaps I was
dreaming, I ventured to ask him, in some language or other,
why he was dressed in such a fashion. He gave me an ironic
smile and unbuttoned his overcoat. I saw that under it was a
long one-piece suit in the same material and covered with the
same white discs, and I realized (in the way one does in dreams)
that under it there would be another one.
At that exact moment I tasted the unmistakable savor of
nightmare, and awoke.
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