There it stood, alone in the overgrown brush-that horrible building that had caused me untold pain and anguish throughout my entire life. I came back to try to force the memories I had suppressed since childhood and to try to figure out why an outhouse had dominated my entire existence. I hated going to sleep because I knew I'd wake up screaming again; I knew I would dream about the outhouse again. I had to know what had happened to me there, and I decided to let Dr. Stevenson hypnotize me to find out. Nothing could have prepared me for what he pulled out of the deep recesses of my mind.