I dreamed last night, I phoned Clare, my childhood friend from Kanowit. I talked to her and got interrupted. I came back and she was still on the phone. It happened 4 to 5 times. I thought, how patient she is. At one point, she told me, “You know my house is near the jungle. One thing, something came out, a spirit. It came out in a whoosh and went back in.”

A ghost? I wondered.

Towards the end, as we talked, I found I was able to see her mother seated on the cement pad of a building and told her I could see her mother. Strange dream.