I am walking along a tideline with my husband. There is a complex system of sinuous rock underfoot and leading out to sea. I put my hand out to touch: it is dark, it is smooth. The light has that queer polarised quality common to all dreams of significance.
‘Are they banyan roots?’ Asks my husband.
‘No,’ say I, my foreboding replaced by the calm of deep understanding, ‘these are the Vena Cava.’
I look this up upon waking and am surprised to find it is all to do with heart.
Tanya Shadrick, 32 (UK)