We know that dreams provide the master key to mental
turmoil, though the patient will resist being brought to this
discovery. Esther and I discussed her nightmares at great length.
However, she claimed to remember little beyond the fact that
they usually involved a large, rambling house, beautiful but fallen
into ruin. She roamed the house, room to room. Upon
opening a door in the house, she found food — smoked
fish, bread, caviar, fruits and vodka — set out on a
table. At this point she would wake up screaming. Such
was Esther’s dread of what I needed her to confront.
Paraphrases from the novel Zugzwang by Ronan Bennett