The night before we left the Sleep Inn, I dreamed of going back to San Antonio to get our things. It was one of those dreams you think is waking life, but it turns out to be a false reality. I was shot in the back of the head in the vision and… I died. I remember passing. I felt the bullet go through me. I convulsed, my breath slowed, and I stopped. Fade to black.
“SAIC alum Rowynn Dumont was Houlberg’s assistant for over six years. She first learned of the instructor while flipping through the course listings, excited to find offerings like Haitian Voodoo and Witchcraft. “When she would walk into a room, it was like a forgotten entity was walking in, like something