Prologue
Untelling Dream
My latest memory of my old self are those that pestered my dream that same summer night of 1979. The dream came all wonders and curiosity of a small child and everything else inviting with familiarity. Then it all ended with that one accidental act and then it all went cold with little detail. They all came haunting every night that winter, each stealing a fragment of my youth and settled each night with no recollection of that repeated dream. Eventually it all lost its place in my past. I only realized years later that it only left behind hint of its existence with no remnant of what it was than a graved past.
