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.