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Show 7U Isaae had been away, and I felt incomplete for not seeing him. Of all the people in my family, I knew that he would understand my contradicotory feelings, the way my strained longing to be part of was A ^ the weight of personal destiny. As we drove down the winding road to the highway, I thought how it would have been to tell him about my writing, about my new thoughts and feelings toward the family and myself. I remembered a dream I'd had one afternoon a week or two before our vacation. It was this dream that had driven me to insist that we visit the ranch. I have never liked to sleep during the day - or even at night, for that matter, although it seems more logical then, when the great light is gone. But when I'put my youngest down for her nap and turned Becky outdoors to play, I curled on the bed, near the window, in the afternoon sun. I felt that a giant hand had prodded me to the bed and pushed my body down, my face into the pillow, adjuring me not to move until the dream had come upon me and then had passed. Sunlight poured across the landscape of my dream, signifying a greater sense of true vision than I'd had for some time. I stood in a desert, the land bare except for A larffe wolf stood some gravestones and piles of bones. A i a r& Ik qpemed strangely familiar, in the center of them,facing me. #*• seemea . J A ™„ nf He gestured yet I wasn' t sure who the animal reminded me . r, v,o <moke to me. at the piles of bones with his paw as he spo "There is only death here. I can bring only death. If you stay here, you'll become like me." |