The Power of Chamomile Tea

[smokingboot]

I started to hear repeat notes of a song I know well, saw the image far away of a man on a mountainside track. There were trees all around him, it was night and there must have been a moon because those trees cast shadows. In all that gloom, the man seemed to stare back at me, and I saw his skin was very pale, no, not pale because that denotes a translucent quality, and this was more like a block colour. He was white like the moon itself. He seemed to have started to walk up the track, paused, looked back, was waiting - was he waiting? - in any case, I didn't follow him.

This all fell away into dreamless sleep.