"Please, lay back and relax.
So, Deacon, you continue to have several different recurring dreams, ja?"
"Yes, Doctor. Lately, it has been the one where I see this girl who is reminiscent of a friend of mine. She looks wondrous, clad in an ornate, bell-shaped dress.
She has a hat with a clock face on the brim.
She is beckoning me towards a carrousel. I move closer to her; I am entranced.
There is the sound of a choir singing the words, 'More than a mile high,' over and over.
I draw even closer and suddenly—she becomes the carrousel.
I awaken and for several moments, I feel as if I am dancing in a circle."
"A carol."
"A carol?"
"Ja, a carol—to dance in a circle."
"Oh, quite. Doctor, these dreams do not scare me, rather, they enthrall me really. But I am concerned. They are so vivid, so unrelenting. Is there something I should do?"
"Perhaps, Deacon, perhaps—you should write them down."
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