I dreamt about my sister, dead these many years. It seemed she was in a place of ghosts. In my dream I put my face up to hers and kissed her cheek and said, "I'll always be your sister." But she turned her face away and closed her eyes. Her cheek was cold. I said, "Do you want me to take you away, dear? Come, come! Let us go!" But she only looked sad and didn't speak. My son was with me but in my dream he was a young boy. I mean, my son at seven, not the way he is now. He was impatient with...

Drifting, midwater. Jellies look alien, like something from Plan B from Outer Space.