December 19. Last night I had the same dream Ive had every so often for years. My mother enters my room at night and says to me in a hoarse voice, Stop working, youre tired. Go to sleep. I look at her. Shes pale, and smiles. Then she gets up and withdraws, leaving her white hand behind on my desk. I get up and take the heavy, dead hand, open the window, and throw it out.