I wrote the scene of Deirdre using
tobacco to raise Kurmal's blood pressure.
I don't know how effective it would be, either, but she had to try
something. I would assume that they
already had him dosed with every herbal antibiotic that came to hand.
I dreamed of crouching behind tree
roots in the night, with a gun in my arms (one of them oddly stiffened) and a
fellow adolescent boy beside me. I
embellished this. And I added details
that would tie it in to another dream yet to come.
Tanjin's arm, at least, proved
distantly prophetic. I suffered almost
identical symptoms in a frozen shoulder, for over a year.
I dreamed that Zanne captured the
Twitchy Man. More to follow.