As R. pointed out, I dreamed about my rock collection, some of them sitting next to our bed on my nightstand in a wooden dish, a group of deep red rocks, garnets and rubies I need to dust, and R. noted that the two films we watched last night involved carrying rocks. I don't know where my rocks will go, but they've been with me, and they've been other places for a long, long time before me, and I'll carry them in this place and time until the end, and they'll carry on without me, although also I suppose I'll carry them on in my dream of life after life.