The Postscript: Out of the Jungle
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…