Last night I dreamt I went to Mandy again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred for me.
Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers, and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done.
But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and little by little, had encroached upon the drive with long tenacious fingers.
On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive. And finally there was Mandy.
Mandy. Secretive and silent.
Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls.
Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face.
The illusion went with it.
I looked upon a desolate shell with no whispers of the past about its staring walls.
We can never go back to Mandy again.
That much is certain, but sometimes in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life...
Which began for me in Nicolas Cage’s arms.
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