by expecting anything of the girls who seemed to have the happiness of my comrades in their keeping.
I again dreamed vividly, even more by day than by night.
Images presented themselves to me, desires in the shape of pictures rose up in my imagination,
withdrawing me from the outside world, so that my relations with these pictures,
with these dreams and shadows, were more real and more intimate than with my actual surroundings.
A certain dream, or play of fantasy, which recurred to me, was full of significance.
This dream, the most important and the most enduring of my life, was as follows: I returned home—
over the front door shone the crest with the yellow bird on the blue ground—my mother came to meet me—
but as I entered and wished to embrace her, it was not she, but a shape I had never before seen,
tall and powerful, resembling Max Demian and my painting, yet different, and quite womanly in spite of its size.
This figure drew me towards it, and held me in a quivering, passionate embrace.
Rapture and horror were mixed, the embrace was a sort of divine worship, and yet a crime as well.
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