I know what they would say, all the old-timers at this Ashram. They would say this is perfectly normal, that everyone goes through this expositions hong kong, that intense meditation brings everything up, that you're just clearing out all your residual demons . . . but I'm in such an emotional state I can't stand it and I don't want to hear anyone's hippie theories. I recognize that everything is coming up, thank you very much. Like vomit it's coming up. Somehow I manage to fall asleep again things to do in Hong Kong, lucky me, and I have another dream.but a rangy, evil dog who chases me and says, "I will kill you. I will kill you and eat you!"

I wake up crying and shaking. I don't want to disturb my roommates, so I go hide in the bathroom. The bathroom, always the bathroom! Heaven help me, but there I am in a bathroom again, in the middle of the night again, weeping my heart out on the floor in loneliness. Oh, cold world--I have grown so weary of you and all your horrible bathrooms.

When the crying doesn't stop, I go get myself a notebook and a pen (last refuge of a scoundrel) and I sit once more beside the toilet. I open to a blank page and scrawl my now-familiar plea of desperation:

"I NEED YOUR HELP."

Then a long exhale of relief comes as, in my own handwriting, my own constant friend

(who is it?) commences loyally to my own rescue:

"I'm right here seo company . It's OK. I love you. I will never leave you . . ."