Cyclamens, I reflected, were my wife's favourite flowers and I reproached myself for so rarely remembering to bring her flowers, which was what she liked....
Once, I recalled, I really had written something in the nature of a monograph on a plant, namely a dissertation on the coca-plant...
I saw the monograph
which I had written lying before me. This again led me back to something.
I had had a letter from my friend [Fliess] in Berlin the day before in
which he had shown his power of visualization: 'I am very much occupied
with your dream-book. I see it lying finished before me and I see myself
turning over its pages.' How much I envied his gift as a seer! If only
I could have seen it lying finished before me!