I dreamed I was a member of Rasputin's family.
I woke up in the dream a member of Rasputin family and thought, my last name is now almost the same as the president's.
I dreamed I was a member of Rasputin's family. I belonged to his house. I knew all the faces there, of the servants and the followers and the other family members. I knew the neighbors and the purveyors and the doctors.
I dreamed I was walking through Rasputin's house like I was in my house, but it wasn't my house, it was nobody's house.
It was a clear day of spring, the snow outside was melting under the white sky and the polished wooden floors where shiny and fragrant of wax. All the carpets where rolled aside against the wainscoting. I entered this big room where Grigori Rasputin sat alone, surrounded by few pieces of dark furniture, a table, a chair, a stove, the room was large and had barren walls. A teapot was enveloped in a red and white rag and steaming on the stove. He was reading. There was sweet smell of tobacco and a scent of urine and rotten wood.
I said, may I have some of your tea, father?
Grigori looked at me and said, you're not a member of this family. Get out of this house. He made this short speech keeping one of his fingers straight between the pages of the book to keep the place. He barely glanced at me.
His eyes where proverbial clear, almost gray as the sky outside. I said, fine, I was only dreaming it.
I walked the long corridor to the front door --nobody seemed to be in the house. I got out under the porch and to the garden where my father was standing, rake in his hands. He looked at me, sad and tired, and said, so you chose Rasputin against me and turned his back at me and went past the fence and away.
There was also a girl in the garden, hanging long robes and pants to many long lines of wires.
I ran to her and touched her shoulder. She turned to me and said no, you can't make love to me unless you are a member of this family. Then she picked up the basket of clothes and disappeared behind the white curtain of Grigori Rasputin's hanged long robes and pants --and I woke up. That girl looked just like my sister, by the way.