Ant Dreams

Freud caught sight of a nasty old man on the train, only to realize it was his own reflection. His carryall bag on the overhead rack contained an entire set of ant dreams preserved in amber. Enemies lurked everywhere, but, after the train pulled in, he eluded them by frequently changing facial expressions. Later, he forgot the word "cremated" and had to shout to his wife through his study door, "What's it called—incinerating the body?" From the window he had a view of the public park, including a tree whose firm, round fruit the children liked to pretend were bombs.

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