Chapter 1
BUTTERFLIES
The dream started when I was around eight, sometime after we moved from a nice house in the suburbs to a nicer house in the
suburbs. In it, I am in my then-new childhood home, running around aimlessly, chaotically. My family and I are in a frenzy,
with only a few minutes to pack up our most important things. We can take only what we can carry on our backs, and we will likely not ever return to the home. In the dream, there is never enough time. There is never enough room for packing. I don’t know what to take and what to leave behind. What do I need? What can I fit? Every cell in my body feels panicked, doomed. I am all at once paralyzed, terrified, running in circles. I call it my “Holocaust Dream.”
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