i dreamed of mudpuppies last night. alive. i only ever saw them dead. it was here on pebble beach i first saw a mudpuppy and i held it up and pictured it flying in the sky, and riding on mister's head. this beach recalls the afterlife to me. there was one mudpuppy below the sea wall swimming when i looked down and then another and another. it was clearly a dream because i never see more than one and only expired. the salamanders are declining maybe because the water's so clear there's not much to eat, or toxins. the waterdogs are threatened.