Inside a room. A young Asian woman, A bookcase full of books.
Someone is throwing out books - there are a lot of books, seemingly in good condition, in a bin. I am pleased to see a book called Ghosts And Spirits of Arbroath castle or similar. The woman speaks to me of astrology. I am surprised by her interest in the subject. She also says she is obsessed with mermaids - four mermaids, the way their tales entwine together - this is symbolically significant, and may be connected to soemthing called the 'Shalin Hagig' (I am not sure of the exact words she used now). I want to find a book to give her as a gift. I look back through the books on my bookshelf. I see I have at least two copies of the Sercond Armada Ghost Book. Perhaps she will mistake this for a children's book? There are some worthy ghost stories in there though.
My sister is here - she takes the woman into her room. I do not see my sister. I walk past her room, set at a diagonal angle and into some kind of back room. Bruno, our old dog, is lying curled up on the floor. I kneel down and stroke his head. He puts his head on my lap.
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