This’ a faithful recreation of the longest and quietly disturbingest dream I ever had.  I have reoccurring dreams of me wandering all sorts of mazes: an undiscovered wing in the house I grew up in, the rusting halls of an adrift ocean liner, free-standing walls of a weirdo Daliesque landscape…  I THINK I’m in a small patch of my life where I know what’s what and who I am, so tell me why am I having these goddamn creepy dreams??  WHY???