Guh, again.

I was in an old derelict house. Going from room to room, unsound floors. Carefully stepping down, heart pounding. Afraid I could fall through any one of them. So real, could smell old plaster, see dust motes in the air.
All of a sudden I can hear a great pounding noise ( drum? heart? ) And I am being chased by something very large and very evil. I can see light splintering through the lathe where the keys fell out from between them. And I run, afraid for my life. Terrified of what is behind me, terrified of the flooring.

Then I usually wake up, covered in sweat with tears on my face. Now I've had this same dream since I was a girl. Had it again last night. It's always the same.

Thank you Val. —

I don't know V/B but I can see you sitting there in a satin dress in a room where you do what you don't confess

Gordon Lightfoot

I would confess to you Tate.