Every night I have a dream that I remember the next day. Why do I have to always remember my dreams? Why can’t I forget? I am secretly an animal, this much I know. I am always the same animal, every night, hunting in a different darkness.

—Journal entry, May 1994

Later, I am helping someone give birth. She is very scared. They are using forceps and I am helping her breathe. I am me and I am her. I am both the one giving birth, and the one coming out. On the TV in the background, rescuers are baffled by half a tiger they rescued, which is still alive despite having no torso.

—Dream entry, January 2014