rage
dreams I am at Berties (but it doesn't actually look like her house). There is a cabinet kept in a special room. In it is a pale blue box. I recognize it but can't remember where. I open the cabinet door. As I touch the carved lid of the box and begin to open it, I remember. It is the box my father gave me for my marriage blessing ceremony, it is filled with small gifts from everyone dear to me, each one a blessing for a happy union. The instant I open the box and glimpse the contents a rush of rage emerges like out of Pandora's box. Bertie is beside me with her hand on my shoulder. I know I wasn't supposed to open the box. The rage consumes me like a demon until I begin to yell like an enraged animal. Bertie stares at me for a while, calmly staring thru me to the truth. While she does this I feel perhaps it can be controlled, but then she yells...a feeble yell beside the demon of rage, perhaps to frighten the demon back into the box...and then I know that t