A huge house is looming in front of me, old and untended. The grass reaches up to my waist. A sudden change of scene, I am inside the house, on the stairs, walking up them. There is an open door at the end of the hall. I am standing in front of a whole figure mirror, looking into it, but it is not my reflection looking back at me.
I wake up, bathed in sweat. My dear wife looking at me, did I scream?
What is it, Harry? she asks caringly.
I calm down a bit at hearing her voice and answer, It was just a nightmare Lilith just a nightmare
I lay back down trying to figure out the dream, that young woman in