Saturday, 5 December 1874

Negotiations between Austria and Russia — France is the mediator.
France — or more precisely, Dr. Lefèvre — arrived yesterday. He is a Nice physician, owner of the villa near the Château Smith, whom we have known since the very first day of our arrival in Nice. A very short, very fat, very talkative, very miserly man — miserly to the point of picking up rusty nails from the street — and rather tedious, very irritating at times, and I believe capable of anything [Crossed out: without ever admitting it] for money. Austria and Russia were lodging with him, but since Saturday Russia is banished.
But let me attend to the strange dreams I have been having for three days. Somnia absurda!
The first night I saw a beautiful garden and high mountains, and I descended one of them. The garden is explained by the key to dreams as: a marriage of money that will become a marriage of love.
Yesterday I dreamed of the sea, ships, water, and finally immense serpents — to help me avoid treading on them Walitsky carried me in his arms. The sea: news of a rich inheritance no longer expected. Clear water: a good omen. Ships: a voyage with advantageous results. Serpents: an ill-omened dream.
But today's dream is so indelicate that I would think twice before writing it, were I to know it would be read — but since this diary is entirely for myself, I shall say everything.
I saw myself grown. You see what horror! I was married to Blackprince, and I kept asking Maman, my aunt, Dina, and him whether I was truly married, whether I was not dreaming — they assured me I was, smiling at my naivety. Believing the moment was approaching, I lay down across a bed, and a few minutes later I seemed to feel a pain in my stomach; I called out; then there was a moment of confusion, of chaos, a moment like a great many things all mingled together — after which I found myself limp and wet, seated in Blackprince's arms; I was weeping, and so was he, even as he embraced me.
I am ashamed to write such things! Afterwards, I am once more alone, weeping and begging them to bring him to me — he had gone away, they said.
I woke with a start, thoroughly ill at ease after such a strange dream. Let us see now how my book explains it: to dream of becoming a mother — abundance and prosperity; husband — a good omen for one who has none. Dina, who is a blonde woman — happiness; my aunt, who is a tall woman — riches; and then Maman — a good omen;
weeping — I do not know how to hide my feelings; [cancelled word] confusion: ingratitude caused by folly and ignorance. [Three and a half lines crossed out]
In all this there is far more good than bad — almost nothing bad except the serpents, but to counterbalance them I have the clear water.
It is not the interpretation that troubles me — it is the dream itself, so strange. Looking up something else I found that to dream of a duke signifies hopeless love. How very fitting! But pshaw! Vana somnia frequentes aut semper fallaces.
Before dinner we stopped in at the Rumpelmayer café at the club — the ladies' café. There was no one but us and the Starzinskis. I am waiting for the plan of my future room from Biasini, for going to Paris.
Even the Howards no longer come and have changed entirely. Thanks to Patton, no doubt. Wait, dear friend! We shall meet again.
We shall leave Nice — I hope so. Next winter, while they are building, we shall stay in Paris or in Florence and Rome, and there I shall go into society. I prefer Italy for this first year, because of painting and singing. The second year, Paris and half in Nice. By then perhaps the lawsuit will be settled, and once settled we shall be free and as happy as the birds of the air.
And to be so as quickly as possible, I implore God to favour the journey I am planning for April. My God, this time help me! You know, my God, that I do not think all is lost when You have not heard me, because I have prayed to You so much. [Crossed out: But this time] I still feel that one day it will be so. But do — this time, help me, Great God!

Notes

In Latin in the original — "Absurd dreams!"
In Latin in the original — "Empty dreams are frequent, or always deceptive."