Falling. Spitting out your teeth. Getting lost. Being chased. Reuniting with the dead.
The world of dreams can be exquisite, startling and terrifying.
I have a fear of birds, which I suspect originated on a beach trip with my father when I was eight. He thought it was hilarious to put bits of bread on my head to feed the seagulls.
During the summer, Wolf Hollow Rehabilitation Center resembles the emergency ward at a hospital. There is a room for x-rays and blood tests and quarters for injured “patients” that will be released as soon as they are healthy. Outside, a giant white board lists the types of patients currently in care at the center.
