October 30, 2006
The twenty-eighth dream: Waking up in the night, I am in my bedroom as a boy. Fingers scissoring the blinds apart I see a large volcano has erupted in the field behind the house, in the field between the house and the woods where my father and I hunt. It is in the same place where the round brick barn was, but the volcano, rising out of the ground has erased the barn. Glowing wax is flowing over the top hissing and spitting rocks that are landing nearby. I know I have to run. The house is burning.