“Dreams are
comparatively easy to handle,” she explains, flipping through a thin blue
volume. A ribbon flutters by her fingers as she flips page after page.
“Nightmares are harder, they are volatile. Father usually doesn’t let me handle
them. He prefers to do it himself. Dreams are also kindred spirits, they tend
to huddle. A person dreams many dreams in one go, then nothing. They don’t
spread them out. Nightmares are more solitary. Imagine a rogue animal, it was
once yours or someone else’s, and now it is feral and vicious. That is a
nightmare.”
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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