I had strange dreams of being in a cave in the wilderness and there was a wild man at the mouth of the cave, sitting peacefully, but covered in skins and with a beard and I had all the books inside me at the back of the cave in the nest of furs beyond the small fire. A woman-man-person had come to the wilderness mountain to talk to me and the man at the mouth of the cave said no you must go and stay away until the full moon after the storm, and the woman-man-person did, though sadly, and so we knew they didn't need to be here, and the man sat down on his stump by the mouth of the cave and played some music and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard and I laid my head back down on the furs again.
