May 29th, 2000
I had a very peculiar dream last night. There I was, loitering about this hallway which, judging by the feel and appearance of it, I reason was built of pure mica or some mineral of the like. I stood beside a window, gazing out across the silver plain of the lake when suddenly, I was accosted by this white-haired vixen of a very young age -- far too young to be so carnally interested in me as she was. "These bones are mine," she whispers, grasping at my limbs. "These bones are mine." I ask her to kindly release me, but she refuses. Rosensteel appears more beautiful than she ever could've hoped to be. I allow her to grasp, grasp at whatever she desires. Then, the hallway begins to cleave, cleave down into flakes so small, and the flakes begin to slice into my flesh. I feel an indescribable pain in my eye sockets, in my nostrils, in my throat. I wake.
I accidentally choked on an orange seed this morning with breakfast. It was unpleasant.
Nothing else.