Once I was being attacked by a monster in the dream world. It seethed evil and each breath sucked out precious oxygen. The monster lumbered toward me to destroy me. I was utterly terrified but there was no place to run. The room was getting smaller. I felt the rattle of phlegm as the thing's fire breath touched my neck. I was exhausted. Then I woke up inside the dream and flew to the ceiling to escape, but the reach of this monster was extraordinary. Then as if I were a balloon fear rapidly left me through an opening in my feet. I stood and faced the monster who then tried to touch me. His hand went through me because there was no fear to keep it there. Then he was gone.
- joy harjo, from: 'all your enemies will be vanquished'
and (i) flew to the ceiling to escape
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