Anyone who dreams at all, or who is lonely, or who owns a mirror that tells too much of the truth too much of the time, knows the answer.
The monster is a misplaced creature: a friend who betrayed us–or whom we betrayed.
The monster is a message in our sleep from Someone or Something trying to tell us how to love, or what to hate.
Most of the time, the monster is fear, raw and hungry, taking shapes that almost teach us what we need to know–until we wake up, or turn reasonable or pretend that the foul beast on its haunches sitting there is an optical illusion.”
–Leonard Wolf, 1974
(His daughter is Naomi Wolf, the feminist writer.)