Dream work

Mexican farmers working the fields, mining in tiny shafts underground, until the ground collapses and they are buried, trapped, lost under the red clay and mud. A man opens a door at the top of a staircase and looks down at them. He throws a dead body down and just before it flies into the muck below he attaches an almost dead body to it, then slams the door.

I am horrified and fight to get into that door only to find my teenage son and his friend there in foster care. The friend has a horrible disease. Cysts and lumps cover his once perfect body and I try to reach him to get him away. My son looks at me and says, "Linda, it's too late."

Now I sit across a table from them. Wondering how things got this bad?

But huge tanks rumble over us and the world shakes.

I wake up depressed, feeling trapped.