Dear Alice,
I dreampt I was running
through a grey dustscape of moaning shadows
and merging duststorms. The air was
metallic, and thick, and evil, the ground
felt like shale under the soles of my
bare feet. I ran franticly in all
directions, screaming, and each time I
screamed more and more of the whirling
evil poured down my open throat
but I kept running because I
seemed to be getting closer to a
clearer space and then in a shock
I realized I just had been
running in circles and the
land was terrifyingly calm
and vacuum silent because I had
swallowed all the evil, and in my final
scream no sound emerged.