Dreams about rescuing bleeding children run together in my memory.  I don't remember whether I dreamed this one specifically or based it on generic dreams on the subject.  At different times I have had to rescue the younger, wounded me, which requires an adult, whole me to take charge.

A forgotten anxiety-dream merged into me "waking" as Deirdre in the barn, welcomed to the fire, and given ale for my nerves.  So I wrote Reno into the anxiety-dream.

I wrote the Toulinian passages.