Much has my other-self forgotten, and particularly at this very period.

Nor have I been able to frame up the various dreams so as to bridge the gap between my leaving the home-tree and my arrival at the caves.
I remember that several times I came to open spaces.

These I crossed in great trepidation, descending to the ground and running at the top of my speed.

I remember that there were days of rain and days of sunshine, so that I must have wandered alone for quite a time.

I especially dream of my misery in the rain, and of my sufferings from hunger and how I appeased it.