Once I came upon men working to build something, and one of them gave me a threatening scowl. During some of my float-downs, the house and its environs were in a more primitive state. It became clear that these night figures did not exist on my terms. Sometimes one would slowly turn around and appear to notice me, but usually not. I never knew if they were going to be friendly or unfriendly. When I was on the edge of sleep, I found I could rise from the bed and float down the stairs and through the house, encountering figures who also lived there. During the week days I was by myself and at night, I started to have a strange sort of dream experience. I rented a 200-year-old Dutch stone house, all but empty except for the necessities. In the summer of my 36th year I made a daring change in my life and moved to a farming community in the Hudson Valley.
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