Thomas’ Dream Journal, September 8, 2012

I saw my mother last night.  She was sitting, 80 feet in the air, in a Sitka spruce.  She was naked, and her skin was wet.

I thought it was raining, but then I saw, she was dripping sweat.  She said it started the December I was conceived, the night she drank cool water and steam rose from her mouth.

She told me to stand under her until I could wring water from my clothes.  She said that should give me a few days before the fire did me in.

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