Tell me about your dreams.

What do you want to know?

Where are you right now?

I am in a room.

What do you see, in the room?

The roof thereof is decked with images of stars gilted.

Infinite space recedes below; laterally.

Naught radiance but that of the stars.

Is there anyone else with you, in the room?

In the night, I am running for the hills.

With my wife and my cat, I am running for the hills.

The furnace heat of burning barns bellows on our backs, there are screams, they have burned it.

We dig with our six small claws at the hollow of a tree, but we scratch only the surface, the boots rise in volume behind, keep rising. The tree is the door, the door is closed.

Have you left something undone?

I have left something undone.