i dreamt that i was a police officer in charge of transporting a violent rapist to jail. we went on a cruise ship and holding his hand ensured that he wouldn't escape. twice i let go for a moment, and he ran .. twice i found him.. once, in tears. i learned that he had been repeatedly raped by his father as a child; that when he felt weak or embarrassed, his eyes glazed over with a cold, empty look that i could soothe by putting his head to mine and forcing him to focus until his wits returned

i knew that at some point he would come to understand the terrible things he'd done. i decided that i would help him, when that happened..