the dream recurs throughout my life. the dark figure i can only see out of the corner of my eye. his presence is ominous. only in dreams is his presence known. dreams of empty rooms, caverns underground. i can’t see him, but i can feel his presence. i want to wrestle him. like jacob wrestled the angel. but i can’t. always out of my reach. but always there. holding my leash in his hands. haunted rooms resonate with his inaudible sound. a sound that i can’t escape.