I dreamed that Randy knocking me out of
a trance had weakened me, so I had to write scenes to match.
I dreamed of dark deeds done in a wet
cavern full of the sound of rushing water, but not in any detail; the sense of
anger and then shame predominated more than sensory data. A reminder, perhaps, that self-righteous
wrath predisposes one to nemesis more than any other kind of hubris—especially
for someone like me, who tends to bury my anger deep underground in the Shadow.