In the mist of darkness I stand in the middle of an intersection. There’s a tornado of books and papers—which is tossing around houses, vehicles, animals, hospitals, and other buildings, as well as the people I care deeply about. There’s fog and a little rain, but it’s warm. There were no emotions on my face, because only my body showed. I didn’t have a face. As things whipped by me, my facial image started to appear, but I woke up abruptly before I could register the emotion.