It is the dead of night and I am my the sea. Everything is dark: the sand is black and the water is covered completely by a dark blue foamy film. A boy gets into a speedboat which is like a rectangular orange bucket and heads off into the sea. I swim out nervously through the blue foam. I see the boy struggle and nearly capsize. I swim near to him and notice he is dressed in an entirely black spiderman type costume that covers all of him including his head. I am fearful for him. I swim back toward the shore.

I am in a building, it might be my home, though not my real home. My son has been playing a kind of hiding game with me. There are a number of graves and coffins about and I can’t find him. He has hidden himself in one of the graves and now I can’t find where he is. I hope he has not made a dreadful mistake.