Back to Maya's POV:
A slight racking of something steely from a distance drew me out of the shadows of darkness to my relief into some bright white light.
I coughed slightly, feeling my throat itching a bit and closing up.
What was the matter now? What was the dream all about?
My eyes still closed, I tried to ruminate on the meaning of the dream which had seemed to have gone on for hours.
But nothing came up. I didn't understand one bit of it.
I didn't know who those crying ugly women were, or what the valley was all about, never even heard of it before, until the dream. Not that I am even sure that the spot exists in real life.
For all I know all these fucked up dream was a characteristic of…
characteristics of what? I heard my mind ask in a way, as if taunting me.
But I came up short. A characteristic of what? Why was I hallucinating or having dreams without foundations, or at least so I thought.
