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had become, and she left. I can't say she left for that particular reason, there were times when I
knew in my heart that I didn't have any feelings for her, and I knew she could tell, and I think that
is the real reason why she left.

Regardless, I got my mind in order after she left and my strange obsession, my strange addiction, I
was able to kick it. It was gone for a while, but like that dot on that circle, the further I got away
from it the closer I was to reliving that obsession. A person can meet their destiny on the road they
traveled to avoid it.

So eventually the addiction came back, stronger. I started to maintain better organization
techniques this time so that what happened last time didn't happen again. So I wouldn't lose my
mind again. I started to write down every dream in composition notebooks, and I had a shelf for all
of these notebooks.

After a while I started to categorize and date the dreams. Soon after I started to title them as if they
were short stories.

Chapter 12:
STRANGE DREAM, STRANGER LIFE

About twenty years ago, I had this dream. I'm sitting in a subway car across from this man. Now I
don't look directly at this man, but I'm looking in his general direction and I just know that he is
looking straight at me. After a long time I finally muster up enough courage to look at his face, but
he isn't looking at me. I was wrong. Soon after this man starts to talk to me, and he tells me that I
don't have any shoes on. I look down. He was right.

He takes off his shoes and he gives them to me, and I put them on. The subway train makes a stop,
and I get off. As I step out of the subway car, I notice the entire platform is covered in green liquid,
and the liquid is smoking. I see benches and other things being destroyed by this liquid, and I
automatically assume it's some type of acid. In the distance I see another person step out of a
subway car and they are barefoot.

As soon as their foot touches the platform, it burns away. Eventually their entire body burns away,
but they don't scream. They don't make a sound. Then I look down at the green liquid I'm standing
in, with these shoes I'm wearing that the man gave me, and I'm safe. The subway train starts up
again and drives away, and I'm standing there wondering who that man was. Both literally and
philosophically.

Last night I had a dream where I saw that same man again for the first time in about twenty years.
His unforgettable face. In the dream I was walking through the city, this city that's full of walking
pedestrians who are on their way to work, to school, to wherever. I'm walking and then suddenly I
bump into this tall large man who is carrying food. I fall down, and the large man just walks away
as if nothing happened.

Now I'm being trampled by all these people, and then out of nowhere I see a hand extend towards
me. The body that the hand belongs to reveals itself, and I immediately recognize it's the same man
who was on that subway car twenty years ago. His unforgettable face. He helps me up, and when I