i had an apocalyptic dream last night. it lasted a long time in dream time, and it kept going after brief awakenings. maybe it was influenced by a story r. told about a dog who was swept away by a river and rescued by a homeless person in a homeless camp downstream, and a zoom talk by a buddhist fellow about gradual and sudden awakening, and how rebirth is not metaphysical, but real. all i recall is being in a roiling urban river, floating backwards and looking up at a set of giant brown silos tipping over into the water, and watching a massive wave crush coming at me, thinking this is my time to die, and the next i recall i was trying to light a match, wondering if it would work, and seeing a spark.