I dreamt a nightmare of a crippled automaton. A humanoid robot that limped and had a vinyl tube in its heart that wrapped around its chest. Blood flowed through. It wore a dark trench coat over its big square shoulders. It chased me around and I shut it behind a door, but the door had a hole in it. The automaton's tube had come loose and blood was squirting around as it paced back and forth begind the door in a craze screaming 'Treason! Treason! Treason!' It was slowly dying and I had my hand over the hole in the door to keep out the blood.
I woke in fear and her was back to me in our last night of an older life, an older loove. That automaton, I think is our love ... or my love. Insane, screaming, angry and dying. Crippled already, betrayed, yet somehow clueless in its simple way.