So, a funny thing happened when I was dreaming the other day

I had a dream with all the trappings of my old nightmares, which I've never had since leaving Alaska (we'll just trot lightly over the bit where you ask me what on earth could I possibly have recurrent nightmares about that I'd so strongly associate with my home turf that to leave meant I'd not only dream the nightmares would stop, but they actually did), and a) I tried to kill that which haunted me, literally, with a screwdriver to the chest; and b) did not experience the paralyzing horror and fear that makes a nightmare a nightmare.

I knew going back to Alaska in August and specifically back to the scene of certain crimes (alas, literally) could trigger interesting things, but this I did not expect.

her time travel device

her time-travel device is a clock that she sets by adjusting the position of the sun, the moon, and the celestial sphere, and she winds it with the ornate key from the chain around her neck.