April 6, 1993. [not actual date of transcription.]

i awaken, early in the morning - before sun rise. i walk out of the cottage.. Snow-laden trees.. the ground, also covered in snow.  foothills - steep, but only about 2-3 feet high. curvy & looping roots sometimes strewn through the snow. a moon in the distance; i think it is the full moon.  i can see my own breath

standing there, 20 yards away, she has perfectly pale skin.  her hair is jet black - as far as I can see in the moonlight, which is cast only from behind her.  she is looking at me, but i sense no trepidation. her clothes are light cloth. white.  her eyes, perfectly black.. or so it might seem.

I awaken from my dream..
God says, 'Just Kidding... not even your dreams will be this good.'

..I wake up from my own imagination.