Every Wednesday, a young lady drifts into Frederick’s dreams, and he convinces himself it is real. In the shifting courtyards of his life, the presence of his elder sister Sherika, his father’s lover Senjuti, and his student Trimitri press upon him with dimensions both tender and unsettling. The excessive influence of his friend Joseph lingers too, like a shadow he cannot shake. Sherika’s husband Maharib, their wooden house, his mother Fredi and other figures emerge, ushering this novel into a realm of thought that is psychological, mysterious, and steeped in the surreal.

Here, reality, dream, and sleep collide in violent and random bursts, raising waves and wreckage within the neurons and minds of Frederick and the others. This turbulence—the shattering and reshaping of thought itself—becomes the essence of the story - The Lady Came Into My Dream.

Obsession, forbidden desires, blurred lines between reality and dreams, loss, and the search for meaning in a world where perception shapes truth.