standing on the fence and pointing me to a broad avenue and garden, and in the garden was a large and beautiful building.

I woke up.

O Lord, great Architect of Nature, help me to tear from myself these dogs--my passions especially the last, which unites in itself the strength of all the former ones, and aid me to enter that temple of virtue to a vision of which I attained in my dream.

7th December I dreamed that Joseph Alexeevich was sitting in my house, and that I was very glad and wished to entertain him.