I would dream of being on a flat plain — dotted with holes — often my father would be negotiating with a car salesman — and I would jump in — there was always an elf sitting on the edge — just between the world above and the darkness below
the darkness below
Although it was a recurring dream the one I remember most clearly — I was about 4 years old — asleep in my bedroom and I jumped through the hole and slid through the floor — I remember the feel of slippery stone — and ended up in my father’s arms downstairs — he was bringing me down to open Christmas presents — I was certain I had slipped through the floor
