I dreamt that a horrible drought was coming. The dream kept returning the whole night. If I remember correctly, it came to me four or five times. At times, the dream felt like a revelation. For some reason, I was witnessing things yet to come. I felt the scorching sun. And I felt the parched earth crumbling into dust. I remember lying on the naked ground on one occasion, my belly flat with the earth. It was so dry, that it started sucking moisture out of my body. By and by, I felt a dry cavity opening and growing in my belly. As it grew, it hardened—presumably because the soft tissues shriveled. There was no pain, though. And there was no fear, either. The drought was getting to me.