III.

An hour later, she was sleeping. The wind was blowing against her house, and her window was rattling in its frame, but she was oblivious to it. Her dreams seemed to welcome and include the sounds...

She was walking in a strange house, lost. Everywhere, electric lamps threw a yellowish light at her feet.

They're necessary, it's dark outside.

She got to a very big room, an auditorium of sorts. She got closer to the stage where, a few moments later, a trapdoor opened in the middle of the floor. A little brown man stepped out. He step-danced a little, and cartwheeled a few times, and then got closer to her and kneeled. He was not scary to her.

"I am Crimson," he said with intent. "Of my likeliness you must find a book."

He got a little closer, and told her what seemed to be a big secret: "A red book! A book of red!".

Then he ran back to the trapdoor, as if running from something. Jennifer looked behind her, fearful of what she might see, but there was nothing. And that nothing was frightening.

She ran too, and ran some more. The dream shifted, and presumably went on to other things, all of which she forgot about.