I stop on the side of the road and walk over to theentrance. There‘s nobody about, not a sound to beheard, not even a distant engine, a gust of wind, abird. The world is dead. I go up the steps and turnthe knob.
But I do not open the door. I wake up knowingsimply that I took hold of the knob and turned it.
Then the whole dream comes back to me, and Iknow that I‘ve dreamed it before.