I did not dream the confession, though
at different times I have dreamt some of the circumstances in it. I started to write a Sunday scene, wondering
how Deirdre’s new perspective as a rebel might change religion for her—and
there stood Father Man, surprising me once more, blocking the path to the
clearing! Once again what I planned went
out the window, because, as usual, he had a better idea. I never did get a glimpse of Mass that day.
I have dreamed, however, of smoking
with Alysha. I just don’t remember what
we talked about—sort of the flip version of the confession, where I dreamed
subjects, but not this setting. The
words I wrote just seemed likely to me.