After Mother left the room, I stared, slightly gasping, at the closet and four walls around me. At first there was nothing but blackness. Then, as I got drowsy, I suddenly I felt as if I were weak, and floating on my back. Then the bed began to rock gently back and forth and lift up on end from the foot. I almost enjoyed this strange sensation in my half asleep state.

Dreams come on in strange ways and for a second I felt as if I were being flushed down the toilet like a helpless spider. I heard a voice yelling, “Help!” as if drowning…

... and then I came out the sewer pipe into a ditch under the bamboo. My grandmother had warned me not to go near that ditch because the fat, dirty Boogey Man would get me…

…or I would fall down a deep dark hole.