I had a dream that I was in a tower. The tower wasn’t very tall, but it had no doors and I couldn’t get down.

I had a baby, but it came out messy and tangled and I had to drop it out the window because I couldn’t stand the sight of it. This happened again and again until my little tower was littered with my babies’ bones. Sometimes at night I could hear them crying for me, waiting out in the cold.

There came a night when I could no longer take their screams, and so I threw myself over the side. Unfortunately my tower was too little, and the fall didn’t kill me; instead, I lay among my babies’ remains and cried with them until nothing was left but my bones and theirs.