In my dream, I walk along a dark pathway, wading through water that rises to my knees. I pass dreamlike places, strange hybrids of what's real and what's not, and arrive at a staircase. I descend, the water rises to my thighs, then my waist, becoming transparent and bright. On the bottom, I notice a sheet of paper, light flickering across its surface. I reach out and lift it. Pulling it toward me, I realize that it is not paper – but a butterfly in the shape of a page.
