I dreamed that I was inside a home but as seen through the eyes of someone suffering brain failure. There were no square corners. Everything was distorted, disheveled. I was an observer and I watched the person rambling and scrabbling through her dwelling. Always seeking and searching. Sometimes frustrated and others paralyzed in fear. Alone. Isolated. Overwhelmed and surrounded by mountains of memory that constantly threatened to engulf, absorb and annihilate her. Running at full tilt in flight of imagined terrors then crawling on all fours in the basement sorting pieces of dirt. I woke up feeling like I had shared her mind for awhile.