Circa 1983

I'm in my classroom at school but it's nighttime. I have the feeling that the world is reversed. Half the students are gone and the rest are frozen at their desks. The teacher is frozen, too. I get up from my place, afraid. A low, dense fog swirls around the room, around my knees.

I try to run away but my legs are heavy, slow. I'm in an alley. The fog is still there. A white van approaches and a man gets out. He has a dark beard and is wearing mechanic's overalls and a knit beanie. He starts towards me and I turn away in fear. He's going to hurt me.

But when I turn, he's there, getting closer. I turn again and again he's there. Everywhere I look, he's there, in the fog.

I know I'm about to die.

Circa 1982

Nighttime. I'm high above, looking down on a large forested area covered in tall pines. There's a Sphinx, taller than the trees but with my mother's face, surveying the land below her. 

There's a network of cables, tight ropes, interlacing the tree tops. People, slaves, are walking on them, scurrying to do her bidding. Afraid. Watched.

Some distance from the Mother Sphinx, there is a clearing in the woods. In the center of the clearing there is a deep pit. The pit is lined with figures wearing red, hooded cloaks. I can't see their faces. They watch what is happening in the pit.

In the pit there is a struggle between two opponents. Jesus and Satan. They fight for my soul and the  Mother Sphinx awaits the outcome.