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xaxio: It’s…I wish you could see it…
xaxio: Ummmm
xaxio: Cottage. Snow.
xaxio: Woman with very curly, long, light red hair.
xaxio: I’m in a country that isn’t America.
xaxio: Supposedly visiting this lady, who is perhaps a distant cousin or something.
xaxio: I’ve been to her cottage before, but don’t know it or remember it.
xaxio: She goes off to work.
xaxio: I spend the day wandering around.
xaxio: She comes back.
xaxio: She goes off to work the next day.
xaxio: I spend the day wandering around the snow-filled countryside again. We’re in a small village. There are mountains nearby.
xaxio: She comes back. She tilts her head sideways. She says she forgot something.
xaxio: I offer to walk her back to work, as she always walks there.
xaxio: She says no, she can make it on her own.
xaxio: I follow her anyway. She doesn’t know it. She starts to ascend a steep slow, at times climbing short distances.
xaxio: She gets to the top of the slope. She starts walking toward a building.
xaxio: I look to the left and there’s a perfectly good driveway there.
xaxio: I wonder why she doesn’t take the driveway.
xaxio: I don’t know that if you take the driveway to the top, you end up at a different place.
xaxio: She goes in the building. I go in the building. White walls, sparse art, white tile floor.
xaxio: Black dog hair on the white floor.
xaxio: No idea where my cottage lady went.
xaxio: Some other lady is inside. I start to get dizzy. I say, “I’ve been here before…but the dog hair, it wasn’t black…it’s not supposed to be black…something is wrong…”
xaxio: The woman stands up. I start to feel heavy. I stumble outside
xaxio: I head to the side of the building. There’s a small shed in the back.
xaxio: I start to head to that, but end up feeling even more heavy and collapse onto the ground.
xaxio: The woman I didn’t recognize on the inside had done something to me.
xaxio: I can’t get up. I hear my cottage mate come out of the building I was just in and I know that if she sees me here that she’ll kill me, or something equally bad will happen.
xaxio: She walks around to the side where I am, and walks right past me, like she doesn’t see me.
xaxio: I glance around to try to follow her movement as she walks past, but I can’t really move my head.
xaxio: The heaviness has lifted, but I still can’t move my body. The feeling that the lady on the inside had done something passed.
xaxio: Whatever was keeping me from moving now was saving me, because it was keeping the curly-haired lady from seeing me.
xaxio: Then I notice something I hadn’t noticed before a short distance from me in the snow.
xaxio: A white dog in the snow, so white that it blended right in.
xaxio: And white eyes. Unnaturally white eyes. I’m getting cold. And I know the dog is saving me.
xaxio: The black dog hair was wrong, it shouldn’t have been on the floor. It should have been the hair from this dog that was on that floor.
xaxio: Curly-Hair is still looking around, and doesn’t see me in the small shed out back, and so starts to walk back toward the building.
xaxio: She pauses and looks around. I see that her eyes have turned unnaturally white. She says in a cold voice that I didn’t think she could manage, “I know you’re out here. You’re out here and I’m going to find you.”
xaxio: I think she’s talking about me. Maybe she was, I don’t know.
xaxio: Maybe she was talking about the dog.
xaxio: I’m lying there, she keeps looking around, not moving from that spot. Suddenly I’m able to move again — but I don’t.
xaxio: I see that a net of snow (or something else white, anyway), had formed over the dog near me. It started to heat up around the dog.
xaxio: I could tell it was hurting the dog and that it would start to burn through its flesh soon. Curly-Hair was still searching, she hadn’t seen that her net had caught the dog.
xaxio: I stand up, I can’t stand to see the dog get hurt.
xaxio: She sees me.
xaxio: I run and dive down the driveway. She follows.
xaxio: There’s snow on the ground, packed well, and I slide off the side of the driveway and hit my head on something.
xaxio: I come to. Curly-Hair is standing over me.
xaxio: I don’t immediately remember anything of what just happened. She sees that I don’t and her demeanor changes.
xaxio: She’s the warm caring person I knew again suddenly.
xaxio: I ask her where I am.
xaxio: She says I fell and hit my head outside. She offers to make me some soup and starts to head up the driveway.
xaxio: I say, “Umm…( and then I said her name, but I can’t freakin’ remember what it was….)…can you help me up?”
xaxio: She stops and blinks as if it hadn’t occurred to her. She says, “Oh. Right.” and comes back to help me up. Together we walk back up the driveway, but the building that is at the end of it is not the one that was there before.
xaxio: I don’t know that, though, because I don’t remember.
xaxio: All I know is that something is strange and not-quite-right.
xaxio: And then I woke up.

The most important part of the whole thing was her name, and I can’t remember what it was….