Frankenstein was a Jewish Transylvanian, I knew this because I heard his Hebrew name being sung sadly. I was watching a movie about an actor who was going there as a con artist. As a disguise, he bought a top hat and a cane. He had a meeting with some doctors after which he would be able to go to Transylvania. During the meeting, I took the actor’s place: now I was the con man. I didn’t know what to say. The doctors were talking about different kinds of thrombosis. The doctors discovered I was a fraud and told me to leave.
I realized my top hat was actually the hat of a civil war soldier. Walking the streets homeless, I wondered how I would get to Transylvania. There was a child playing in the street and I saved his life by pushing him out of the way of a car. I saw lots of Transylvanian symbols at a street shop. Nearby there were dancing gypsy women and I recognized that they were from Transylvania. My hat had a symbol of Frankenstein on it.
As I continued walking, the street became an ominous path by the sea. It was dark, there were drooping willow trees on the left side and the sea on the right. The ground was wet with many puddles. I kept walking hoping that this path would take me to Transylvania. A young boy came from behind and called to me saying that the road was dangerous. His teacher had been knocked over by a wave and pulled into the sea. Suddenly, a raging wind lifted me and the boy. I no longer saw him, I was being whisked away to Transylvania. There was a moaning gypsy woman calling as I tumbled through the air.