The Postscript: Out of the jungle
Last updated 2/2/2022 at 9:59am
In my dream, the jungle was thick and dark.
There was a river running through it and I was on a small raft, careening down it. The current was flowing fast in the center and I wanted to steer closer to the banks, but the jungle was filled with monsters: prehistoric creatures that roared when they saw my little raft tumbling in the water. I never saw them clearly, but could sense their large presence. They reared their giant heads as I went by. The branches of the trees thrashed as they moved just out of sight.
Then, up ahead, I saw huge stones in the center of the river. I feared I would...