I was in India from October 2003-March 2004.

One night while I was there I dreamt that a man was given a chance to relive a horrible crime he had committed. A goat had bitten him, and this got him angry. Through a chain of events his passion drove him to keep somebody in a basement for years, torturing him by shoving a gun through his neck into the ribcage. Given the chance to relive this, he realized the goat's point of view, and the situation didn't seem so bad. The bite didn't hurt this time. For one season he was that goat.

I cannot express the feeling of joy of being that goat, running carefree along the side of the hill, leaping through the air.