Recently my dreams have been unusually intriguing but also
unusually difficult for my waking mind to grasp and articulate. Last
night’s dream was unusual in that I was someone else–a girl, age
roughly 9-12. In the dream, I am connected to a young woman
approximately twice my age. I can’t say what that connection is–I
don’t think it’s any kind of connection my waking mind entertains.
However, it is a source of apprehensiveness for me. At one point I am
in a cellar or, at any rate, a poorly illuminated room below ground,
with a man. The air is dank. The man notices in my mouth a certain
byproduct of my respiration. He examines it and what he finds confirms
his supposition about my origin.