I could tell something pivotal was about to happen because of the cloud formations and the darkness. My mom opens the screen door and a pet rabbit bounds out and scrambles up and over the neighbor’s fence the way a cat might. I follow the rabbit like Alice and wind up in an underground hideaway near a shimmering forest pool in the middle of a metropolitan area. I have finally gotten the attention of a man who looks a great deal like Donald Sutherland, so that I can ask him what to do when most of the people die in the apocalypse and I am left behind as one of the stewards of the earth. He carefully considers, while looking at a little dead tree in the center of the shimmering pool, and finally selects a necklace hanging from one of the branches. The necklace is a large clay circle with an inscription in a clumsy hand. He starts to read what’s carved into the necklace, and meanwhile buildings are crashing down all around us. Above the cacophony I can barely hear him say, “if the jellyfish start to die, cover the shore in blankets.” His voice is calm and smooth but he doesn’t finish because I woke up to my alarm.
Sometimes I wish I just had more sex dreams.
