"all the world needs in this life is compassion," said the girl, as she then became a woman. . . "but in my dreams, i am the victim of murder," as she spoke out, once in for all, for all. . . "and in waking, a lovely rastafarian smiled and stared me down until i wanted to talk to him. he said that it had been a long time, if I knew what he meant, and he saw me and. . . he had been in federal prison for ten years for drugs." she was ill from his stench, grounding as it was. . . "and while healing two cats, i heard a woman's screams in the streets for several minutes, i looked but could see nothing, so did nothing. on my way to the store, i saw a disheveld man and woman. looked through the glass door they entered and saw his face, covered in blood. he opened the door, said, 'oh, it's okay, dear.'" but in her dreams someone is threatening her with a gun and in one of them, there is a bullet lodged where her throat meets her chest. there is little blood, but she can not speak her heart. while riding her bike, the freezing wind freezes the spot where the bullet was lodged in her dream.