Rachel wakes up to a persistent, but gentle tapping at her back.
"What is it, are you having a nightmare?"
I say "No."
"Then what?"
I say "Everything's all covered with fur" and go back to sleep.
"Stranger, dreams are very curious and unaccountable things, and they do not by any means invariably come true. There are two gates through which these unsubstantial fancies proceed; the one is of horn, and the other ivory. Those that come through the gate of ivory are fatuous, but those from the gate of horn mean something to those that see them."
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