I dreamt of trains crashing and rising floodwaters. Last night I dreamt of removing the cover of a sarcophagus and the body rising; in the process, several layers of relics of ceremonial icons representing death had to be removed and replaced in the exact order after the body had risen. The heart continues to beat struggling to grasp life, with each shudder and throw of the body, as the rythm becomes unsyncopated and dissonant fighting against the rising tide of fluid surrounding it. Life is precious and finite. Last night I dreamt and I wept.