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Lilian was dreaming again that night, for the second time in her life. There were no monsters in her dream, and she did not fall from a height, but it was tormenting, nevertheless. She dreamed that she was a famous actress. Everybody adored her, everybody wanted to see her; they wanted to give her awards and applaud her, but she could not find the way to the stage. She was hurrying through a narrow yellowish-white backstage corridor behind the stage, but she could not find the ramp. She reached the end of the corridor, which forked into two endless corridors. There was scarcely any light and air. Her chest was heaving but she hurried forward because she was already late. As she was pushing forward, she leaned against the wall on her right, then the wall on her left to keep her balance.
